I'm 8 days PP. I have not had more than 2 consecutive hours of sleep since the day before I went into labor. The sleep deprivation is definitely catching up to me and I feel like I'm slipping away. While everything is fine with my newborn, I'm so in love with her and happy to be with her, I cannot stand my 3 year old son. Towards the end of my pregnancy things got hard, and I couldn't keep up with his energy like I used to. His routine started to shift as I did less. And then when the baby was born I wasn't able to do anything, my fiancé took care of him (while also trying to take care of me.) He didn't do a damn thing in the routine I created for my son and then adding a new baby into the mix, things were just too different for my son. He started acting out and being extremely defiant, rude, talking back, and just not listening at all. He's starting to destroy things out of boredom and lack of attention. I can't fucking stand him. I yell at him almost every day. He goes to timeout a lot. I've seriously wanted to slap him across the face for acting so awful. My fiancé had to return to work a few days ago. So it's just been myself, my son, and my newborn. I don't really have any family that could help and I don't have any friends. I'm getting so fucking upset. I don't want to take care of my wild child anymore, I just want him to act right! It's making me really depressed.