My s.o was barely any help when we had our first born. I stayed up the majority of the night by myself and woke up whenever my son was crying. My s.o is a very heavy sleeper and it's impossible to wake him up. But I needed him regardless because I had a c-section and couldn't move well on my own for a few weeks. This stressed me out so much..not only was I so tired from lack of sleep and then carrying for a baby all day on my own when he went to work but I was becoming very sad and depressed. I thought I we would make a better team than we were. It would take me up to five tries to get him to wake up just for a bottle, while my son was screaming. Like I said I would've just done it on my own, but it hurt to move. After a while my son was 2 and I didn't need as much help. Then I found out I was pregnant again and I just had horrible memories of what I had to go through to get some help. Here we go again, I thought. Our second son was born via c-section, once again here I was left in his care. The first night I stayed up all night while he slept. I didn't expect anything else really and didn't even stress myself out this time. My entire time in the hospital I slept maybe a total of 9 hours, no joke, over the course of 3 days. When we came home I knew I was going to have to depend on him for help. The house is a mess everyday and I feel like I'm constantly nagging about what needs to be done. I get so irritated that I just get up myself, even hurting, and start to clean. He stayed home for a week to help me and it's been okay but not great. I have to remind him to do so much, it's exhausting. We had a good schedule going on for the first few days. He stays up till 4 with baby, I wake up at 4 and take over. That's already a bust. I go to lay down to sleep and 5 minutes into his shift he's already snoring and there I am up with baby again. Then my toddler wakes up and wants my attention. I'm already exhausted and becoming irritated. I don't know I expected any different this time around.