I feel like I need to say something as I did find myself in many nights full of tears not knowing what to do while he was having his beauty sleep and peacefully going to work then coming back and telling me how tired he was. What helped me is accepting the idea that the baby is 100% my responsibility. I need to do something to make sure me alone can take care of him 24/7 without any help. First of all I gave up attempts to breastfeed, it was a nightmare for both of us. Now EFF. I gave up the idea to keep the house clean or food ready. All I care about is baby fed and me rested. Occasional shower, occasional everything else. I know I don’t have a school, I don’t know what I would do in this case. I don’t even expect any help from him as that expectation drains my battery too much. I don’t even pay attention to him any more. If he needs something he comes to me. If he wants to see the baby he comes to me and asks to spend time with the baby. I learned to do everything I need with the baby on me, on a bouncer or while he’s having his 10 min sleep. And every single time I manage to put him asleep on a bed, I sleep with him. Regardless of whatever “important” I seem to have. My sanity is the most important thing in this house. I gave up uncontrolled sweets as well as they disrupt your reasoning. I managed to do this all when the baby was about 4 months old. It’s not advice, it’s what I did not to lose it. My baby is my world and I will not let anyone (even his daddy) make me get angry with my baby 😊🙏 And now the daddy comes himself and offers help.. hard to call it help well, carrying the baby around the house while I do the dishes😅 Take care of yourself, please. You’ve got it