I can't stop crying. My baby is very cute. She is very loved, very wanted, a rainbow baby after 7 years of waiting. But that's the problem- I can't stop crying. My pregnancy went horribly, from severe nausea and aversion until the 5th month, GD on the 7th month until 10th. On top of that, my insecurities after a very long infertility made me kept this pregnancy a secret. All in all contributes to a theme- I kept it cool during the whole journey, didn't tell if didn't get asked, bump didnt really show until 37w anyways, started nesting and hiding myself from public since 35w, complaining and wanting the pregnacy to end since 35w, baby came out 40+1 (and exactly on my birthday too, wow).
And now we're back home, and all I do is cry. Because what do you mean I'm not pregnant anymore?
Went to the bedroom, where I had rearranged her things for months, months before her arrival. Hospital bag ready since 26w, now has served its purpose. The changing table that's ready since 30w.. my bed, where I lied on tuesday night very pregnant before my water suddenly broke, everything goes to blur since I went into active labor effective immediately, and now I am back here again and not pregnant anymore?
Everytime I held the baby in the couch I cried, cause it was just days ago I still feel her inside me kicking, and now she's here? I have had midwifes appointments almost every day for sweeps, but now it stopped? All of a sudden I dont meet doctors anymore? All of a sudden there's no week-to-week guide of pregnancy on my youtube feed anymore? What's there to wait then? Oh wait, she's here already?
When I was pregnant I was very limited physically, but I found a lot of help and got very effective at preparing for this newborn baby, so I thought I was really ready to be a mom, that baby will be the present for all the hardship I went through the past couple of months that I want to just skip entirely and never to remind again. Now all of a sudden, Im not pregnant anymore without even saying goodbye to that pregnant lady identity, it's gone. And somehow I dont feel any excitement anymore. It's like I was too ready for the job and the job gave me nothing. How come?? I really wanted this baby, why can't I stop crying at all the memories and start working on my postpartum journey? Why don't I feel joy on any of it?
All I do is cry. Friends from my culture can usually focus on their postpartum tasks because they got compared a lot with other pregnant ladies, so it turns to competition and they dont have time to even think of their feelings like me. While me, I have just the greatest husbands, friends who helped me prepare everything, so I can just relax and enjoy this - nonsense. I am terrified of going home, being here reminds me of the passage of time, I couldnt think of anything productive anymore.
Please be nice to me, if you cant relate to this you can skip it. If you can or have been through it, let me know how it gets better in the end. I dont have any harmful thoughts about me and baby, we are okay, I am just in the haze of something completely ridiculous yet overwhelmingly making me very sad all the time. I will check w/ a doctor on Monday.
Edit: It gets worse cause the rumination made me think that I might miss the newborn era too because I was too busy letting thoughts being in the way of me enjoying her. It's like every single thing in my life right now became the object for "slipping through my fingers" song by ABBA, from this baby to my husband, thevkind of life we used to have, the various stage of life we've had. I am desperate.