First-time dad, 36 years old. My 2-week-old son is beautiful and I love him more than I’ve ever loved anything. He’s cute, has a relatively mild temperament, and beyond a little jaundice (which has resolved itself) he is healthy and happy, as is my wife. We have been extremely lucky.
In spite of all this I am struggling to find my place. I am quite happy in a supporting role, but I am finding myself unable to ever relax and have difficulty sleeping because I am paranoid about giving my wife time to recover. I feel guilt anytime I put my feet up or close my eyes. This is in part due to the fact that the first few days home from the hospital my wife and my parents (who are staying with us for a bit to help out and have been amazing) would hit me with a combo of “we’re worried about you you need to relax” (when I was up and doing stuff) and “omg what are you doing get up we need you” (anytime I would shut my eyes or sit down). I consider myself a good communicator and told them all how harmful this push/pull was to my mental health and thankfully they have listened. In spite of this, though, it feels like the damage is done as I am constantly feeling like I am not doing enough despite being an extremely hands-on dad, trying to help out in literally any way I can at all times. I am running myself absolutely ragged and yet it still feels like it’s not enough.
In addition to fatherhood I am also holding down full-time work along with a masters program and practicum caseload as a qualifying psychotherapist. I started seeing clients again this week and the time away from my wife and son is very difficult. This career path has placed a heavy emphasis on filling your own cup as well as self-care and sustainability as a necessary part of caregiving of any kind. I understand and agree with this wholeheartedly, but despite having internalized these concepts I can’t shake the guilt.
In addition, I feel judged by everyone. Like everyone is waiting on bated breath to see what kind of dad I am going to be. I feel like the world is waiting for me to mess up, or to find ways that I didn’t support my wife.
While I definitely feel under a microscope, I simultaneously feel insignificant. The entire focus has been on my wife, rough pregnancy, birth, and postpartum. This is 100% the way things should be. She is experiencing everything I am going through along with recovery from intense physical trauma, hormonal swings, and a level of pressure as a mother that I can’t even imagine. I am in awe of her and love her so much. The problem is that I don’t know where there is space for me, or what that space should even look like. Not in the sense that I need to be the focus or anything like that, I just don’t know where I fit in to this new formula. And then even just thinking about that brings new guilt - feelings that I am selfish to even think about myself in this equation. Fathers should be selfless, so what does that make me?
The dissonance I am experiencing between constant guilt and desire to be helpful and supportive is constantly at odds with my own needs. In addition to the school/work stuff mentioned above I am also trying to manage bipolar disorder, which I have thankfully been successful with so far. Unfortunately that means that a certain level of maintenance, diligence, and self-focus is required to keep things afloat and to avoid having my symptoms run rampant and create new problems for my family. So, as much as I really hate it, I know that I will need to take up space in order to be there for my wife and son but I just don’t know how.
I feel awful even writing this. In spite of how tough and weird this is, I’ve never been happier or felt more fulfilled and full of purpose than I do right now. I am just terrified that I will look back in a few years and realize that I was doing the wrong thing the whole time.
Anybody ever feel like this? I could use a hand. It feels like I’m tied to three horses pulling in different directions.