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Right guys I ask you to bear with me as what im about to write is very hard for me but I could really use some help and advice.
2 1/2 years ago 11/01/11 was the happiest day of my life as my daughter Charlotte finally came into the world after 15 years of me and my wife trying for the baby we so desperately longed for (7 miscarriages prior to this).
However, 3 months in and my wifes mental health deteriorated to thje point where she couldnt cope anymore ( she has had long standing depression, Personality Disorder, OCD, anxiety and paranoia for many many years) and I gave up work to be her full time carer.
About a month after I stopped working my wife had 3 major strokes in one day and at one point the hospital told me they were ex[ecting another stroke and to basically prepare for the worst. Thankfully my wife pulled through but still to this day suffers mini strokes and TIA's.
Problems at home were compounded by the fact that the flat in which we were living in was deemed by occupational therapy to be unsuitable for my wifes mobility needs brought on by neuropathy caused by her type 2 diabeties, that and the sheer amount of nuisance noise we were suffering from surrounding flats. I would get stressed out if Charlotte wouldnt stop crying or wouldnt eat (vital as she was such a small baby who had stunted stomach growth in the womb and as such will always be petite, most kids her age are twice her height) and end up launching the nearest object across the room.
A visit to her GP advized us that to have anymore children would be practically impossible given my wifes health and so I arranged to have a vasectomy, however in between making the appointment and having the snip (a period of 2 weeks) my wife fell pregnant again.
We found out it was to be another little girl and with very carefull monitoring the pregnancy went well and a C section was planned for 12/12/12, however on the 8th/12/12 my wife was getting alot of pains and so we visited the hospital, it was bad news, the baby was in distress and owing to my wifes medical condition the only way to safely deliver was for her to have a general anaesthetic, this meant that neither of us wold be "present" at the birth.
Now, I was told by the doctors that my wife and baby would come out of theatre to the recovery room together and so I sat waiting in the recovery room for them to come back.
A while later a nurse brought in my newborn daughter Molly, I went into panic mode straight off, where was my wife? given that I was told they would be brought out together my heart sank and a feeling of helpless dread kicked in, I took a quick look at Molly but all I could focus on was where was my wife, what was happening, why was she not here with my daughter. The midwife was somewhat taken aback at my attitude as it probably seemed to her that I was dissinterested in the baby. N ot the case but I was in panic mode.
It transpired that my wife had lost 2 1/2 litres of blood and was poorly but a short time later she was brought out of theatre looking very ill.
As she came round I had baby in my arms and was trying to show my wife baby but the midwife kept trying to take the baby away from me until I told her in no uncertain terms to "sod off"
MY wife recovered but needed 2 blood transfusions but on the whole was doing ok, however I had lost that precious bonding time with Molly and that has remained the case even now, the bond between me and my daughter Molly just isnt as string as it is with me and Charlotte, Its getting there and im making a concerted effort to build that bond.
This is where it gets really hard for me now.
We moved to our new home in January this year and settled in nicely but I was still having to fight with authorities to get the adapations made to our home that my wife needs for her mobility, rails in the bathroom and by the front and rear access doors and a stairlift. These were all approved before we were accepted for the house by the council but I found out a month or so after that the Occupational Therapist who had initially approved everything was no longer with the department and nobody had any knowledge of our case and so I had to start again.
This was additional stress that I simply didnt need alongside caring for my wife and 2 small children.
Things were going wrong and I would become short with Charlotte over the smallest things especially if Charlotte was running about near Molly while I was changing her on the living room floor, we took it in turns to do night feeds with Molly as that way we would each get a full nights sleep every second night. However one night Molly woke at 4am as per usual and had her feed but this time wouldnt wind, I became desperate as she was crying relentlessly and so resorted to vigourous rubbing on her back rather than my usual gentle rythmic rubbing, as I was sat on the bed the motion woke my wife who went mad at me saying I was being too rough and that Molly's head was bobbing about too much, I didnt think I was being too rough with her, certainly the midwives at the hospital are more vigourous with babies than I am.
A couple of weeks later while playing with Charlotte I accidently bruised her leg while playing as I had gripped her too hard (Im not 100% aware of the strength in my hands, when I first started dating my wife I would her her hand and she would beg me to back the grip off as I was hurting her hand) I was absolutely mortified that I had bruised my daughter and since then I dont close my fingers when I hold my daughters so as not to bruise them. Another couple of weeks went by and Charlotte got another bruise on her leg, To this day I dont know where that bruise came from but it certainly wasnt me this time and I know that with 100% certainty.
We went to the Health centre for baby weigh in and my wife went to another room with a health visitor on her own for a chat about "womens problems" while I had the children weighed.
After the weigh in my wife confessed that she had spoken to the Health visitor about my rough handling of the children and that as a result the midwife would have to contact social services. I was horrified and very very upset about this but said no more about it.
Long story short here Social services got involved and have placed my children on a child protection plan and we are both having to have councelling of differing types, mine primarily for stress management.
Ive been working very hard at not becoming stressed with the children and have I feel, been making good progress on that front. However the last couple of days I havent been able to feed Molly aswell as normal, she isnt taking a full bottle each feed at the moment and at night I cannot get her to settle, it was 11pm tonite when my wife took Molly from me and finally managed to settle her.
I just feel that for some reason with Molly I cant seem to do anything right? I feel like a complete failure as a father and Its like I dont know what to do even though I never had any real problems with Charlotte when she was a baby.
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