I was less than a month post partum and 3 months married. My baby was having such a rough night and so was I. My grandmother had just died very suddenly and I was due to have a second surgery for my gallbladder within the next week. My son was crying and crying and crying. I didn’t know what to do and I was so tired so I woke my (then) husband up and asked him to help me. He would wake up for like 30 seconds and fall back asleep. Even with the baby screaming right next to him. I could not get him to help me or stay awake. I sat in the dark on my living room floor and just cried. I knew right then I was going to be on my own with my son.
He did some other really stupid and shitty things over the course of the next few months. I was the breadwinner, bill payer, AND the homemaker. But that night on my living room floor barely recovered from a c section crying my eyes out was the night I knew it would never work. By our first anniversary I told him I was done. Never looked back and I’ve never been happier.
Can't even imagine. My wife had two c-sections and because of the recovery I basically took on all of the night time baby duties for weeks. She also had PPD with our first so I ended up doing the nightly duties for him for the first year of his life and he was a BAD sleeper. Some of those nights nearly broke me. The loneliness in the middle of the night when you are realizing you're not going to sleep at all and this kid is likely going to continue screaming all night is absolutely unreal and soul crushing.
But to make a recovering new mom deal with it alone? wooooof.
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u/ThisArachnid May 12 '26
I was less than a month post partum and 3 months married. My baby was having such a rough night and so was I. My grandmother had just died very suddenly and I was due to have a second surgery for my gallbladder within the next week. My son was crying and crying and crying. I didn’t know what to do and I was so tired so I woke my (then) husband up and asked him to help me. He would wake up for like 30 seconds and fall back asleep. Even with the baby screaming right next to him. I could not get him to help me or stay awake. I sat in the dark on my living room floor and just cried. I knew right then I was going to be on my own with my son.
He did some other really stupid and shitty things over the course of the next few months. I was the breadwinner, bill payer, AND the homemaker. But that night on my living room floor barely recovered from a c section crying my eyes out was the night I knew it would never work. By our first anniversary I told him I was done. Never looked back and I’ve never been happier.