Monday, October 31, 2005
I think I have ppd. I don't know how else to describe my feelings lately. I feel like a lousy mother and a lousy wife. I can't do anything right. I don't think Emma loves me, she seems much more calmer with Jason. I just don't understand it. I try everything for her, to get her to calm down, and nothing. I've changed her, fed her, laid her down, rocked her, patted her, burped her, gave her her paci, and all Jason has to do is take her and she's immediately calmed down. I know she hates me. This sucks. I'm such a fucking failure as a mother, maybe I had better re-think having another child.
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Don't worry Alicia! You are the one Ms. Em spends the most time with, so every now and then she just wants a change of pace. Peyton does the same thing when we have been together all day, screams bloody murder with me, then acts like an angel when his Daddy walks in and picks him up. Its so damn not FAIR! But I promise, she loves you just as much.
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