Good Moms Have Scary Thoughts

i hate being a parent more than anything i have ever done in my life.

Sometimes I wanted to shake my baby when he would cry…sometimes I shook him just a little bit to try to get my point across but NEVER EVER hard. Sometimes I wanted to smack him and sometimes I might have…or pinched him when he punched my boobs. Sometimes I wanted to just stop his crying because it made my skin crawl!! He’s 16 months now and beautiful and once I got more sleep and told my husband how I think I suffered from postpartum rage, things got increasingly better. But some days are still hard. I’m scared to have another because I go back to the many nights (if not almost every night) of tears and anger and sadness. We are nervous but I plan to be honest with myself and my husband and ask for help. Mothers, you’re not alone. Speak up and ask for help!! You can do it.

My son is 7 weeks and thoughts of him dying in his sleep always comes to my mind. My godson passed in his sleep at 3 months and that thought always comes to my mind. To the point i don’t sleep at night cause i have to watch him sleep. I have headaches all the time from lack of sleep

I constantly fear that my children are going to be molested! It’s so bad that with my first daughter I had myself convinced that her father was going to molest/abuse her.

The whole pregnancy i was convinced that i will die during delivery. It did not happen, I delivered by c- section, i have all his photos of him from the moment he was born, he was kept on my chest immediately. I was so happy and satisfied. But with all the and pain and sleep deprivation, i do not know from where this thought came on around 5th PP day that what if my baby was swapped outside the OT room only. Although i know the chances of it are 0%, as i was the only one being operated at that time and also because i was the only one delivered that whole day and night. But still the idea, the thought ,bcz such things have happened with others and what if that had happened with me , drives me crazy and sad that i am the worst mother in this world to even think like this with my own child being in my arms. I feel guilty all the time and i hate myself for doing injustice to my baby. I am ashamed of myself.

I constantly am having thoughts of people harming my children when I’m not around. Even my husband. One specific one I remember is picturing my 2 year old daughter being forced into a hot oven. I kept picturing her scared face looking for help as she was being told to get in. And imagining her screams and crying from the pain.

I am just into my fifth month with my third child , I am in a pandemic yes , there is loss and sadness every where i turn around , I am constantly thinking something is going to happen to me or the baby and I gonna die is he gonna die?? Also like different ways we could die.. This has never happened to me before I don’t really have any one to talk to about it and i wouldn’t no where to start, Then I start thinking wtf am I gonna pass on this worry , omg is this gonna happen. Its like I’m scared to get attached cause something might happen. Jeez I was even scared to type it into google I thought wow I feel so F*cked up, then I realized I am not alone, and I could breathe for a second, gonna read some more stories to help me through. I hope me sharing helps others, you are not alone ladies. Sending my love through these words as I cry inside while I’m writing them.

We live in a two floor house. Our bedrooms are upstairs. Every morning when I carry my baby son downstairs I fear I might slip and fall on the stairs and he will break his neck. I try not to take him back upstairs until the end of the day, so I only have to go through that fear once.

We live in a two floor house. Our bedrooms are upstairs. Every morning when I carry my baby son downstairs I fear I might slip and fall on the stairs and he will break his neck. I try not to take him back upstairs until the end of the day, so I only have to go through that fear once.

I hate it when when I had a bad day with my kids and then my husband comes home from work to be the super patient hero role-model dad while I am the frustrated and annoyed mom. I hate him for acting so understanding and lovable even though I know him feeling like me won’t help the situation. It makes me hate him and myself even more for failing. But then again he isn’t there for those bad days when it’s just crying, whining, clinging and there is just not one single minute for myself.

I’m a doctor and My labour ended in a scary emergency c section and I just remember lying on the table in theatre after my baby was born as they stitched me up. I was in a total panic and I remember feeling my heart rate get higher and higher. The doctor asked if I was having chest pain and I suddenly thought “this is it I’m dying” and I pictured my husband and baby attending my funeral. I told the anaesthetist and he said I was fine but I felt like no one was listening. I insisted on checking my own vitals on the screen and have them read out to me when I couldn’t see the screen myself. Doctors (especially ones with anxiety like me) are the worst patients.

I hate being a mom, I don’t feel like myself anymore. I never wanted kids and my husband did… I thought I was being selfish by denying him a chance to be the great father I knew he’d be, but now I resent him. If I could go back and not have our son, I would.