Manmohini
My oldest child, who turns (gulp)22 in April was horrible. I'd always wanted to be a mother, and when I finally was one, I thought I couldn't have made a worse mistake. My whole life revolved around getting/keeping him quiet/content. Fussy, screaming . .. .and when he wasn't he was just plain fretful. It seemed like nothing worked twice in a row, I was always coming trying to come up w/ a new way to soothe him. Being my first, I read everything I could ahead of time, wanted to everything just right, didn't want to make any mistakes. I'm not kidding when I say that, when my maternity leave was over I practially RAN to work to get away and feel competent at something again.
It does get easier. The first night my son slept thru the nite (sorry, I can't remember when, around 3-4 mos), I slept like I was in a coma. When I woke up and realized I'd slept all nite, I was afraid to go into his room to check on him, for fear something horrible had happened.
With all these years of perspective, there are some things I would have done differently. I breastfed exclusively and think a bottle of formula, given by someone else, who loved him (one of his grandmothers/aunts e.g.) would have done my husband and me a world of good if we could have gotten out of the house for a couple hrs. without him. I thought it would somehow 'ruin' him, but really, he was a high needs tightly wrapped firstborn and all that breastmilk and bonding wasn't making him happy and I was feeling like an enormous frustrated failure. (For the record, I have 3 children. My first had and has the most intense temprament. Part of it is just who he is, but I do think I contributed by desire to be his everything, not accepting help and feeling I could somehow change him. I think all firstborns have the potential to make their new moms feel inadequate, and high needs babies most of all. By the time I'd had my 2nd 2 yrs. later, I'd re-examined and revised a lot of my preconceived notions of what it meant to be a good parent. Kids 2&3 each got an occasional bottle and strangely, I breastfed my middle child the longest, but each well beyond their first birthday. I did work outside the home, but was able to pump to keep my supply up for when I was home and nursed 'em like crazy.
Some kids are just tough. When you're in the minute to minute mess of trying to keep your head above water, it seems like it will never get better. But it WILL. And you'll love him always, even if you don't LIKE him always. I promise.
Valerie