Wow. Im a little embarrassed to admit this in front of other moms, but.. well, here goes.
With our first child (a girl) my husband wanted to do everything. If he could have lactated, he would have breast-fed. The only thing he DIDNT want anything to do with was getting up or staying all night, whichever the case may have been. We ended up having our second child 12 1/2 months later. (Irish twins) Of course, dad was in love with child #2, a boy, as well. (Some people would have wondered if Dad wasnt really MOm) HOWEVER, During labor with child #2, my dura was punctured while getting the epidural and I ended up having to have two blood patches. I could hardly sit/stand/move/breathe. I was in a boat load of pain, yet once again, all the non-daylight duties were still mine, and because it was fall and thats a busy season for my husbands job, he was leaving for work bright and early and coming home after dark. Add to all of that the fact that our lovely littly boy was colicky from day one, refused to sleep at night and had to always have the lighting on full blast. AND because my new baby cried all the time, and our daughter did NOT like that little alien we brought home and SHE cried non-stop, my body thought I had twins. I moved so slowly (slower than a snail) from having 30cc's of clotted blood in my epidural column that I couldnt bend over and could hardly sit or stand and certainly could not pick up my one year old, everytime I tried to go through a baby-gate (because going over would have killed me) my one year old beat me to it. Every time I tried to go into the bathroom, my one year old beat me there. ANYWAY, my point is this-
After about a week of seeing my husband for about an hour every night before he'd hop off to bed, I finally decided to leave our darling infant in his bassinet, park him by daddy's side of the bed, and i crawled in bed with our daughter. (She was already in a twin by then).
He was quite surprised, to say the least. For a whole week (and two year's worth complaints and protests) I tried to sleep peacefully for at least four hours a night. He finally caught on. Our house was a tornado for about six months but i didnt care. I dont think I wore anything but pajamas for six months, but I didnt care.
Believe me, I know how miserable it is for a mother to NOT heed her infant's cries and wait for dad to (FINALLY) get out of bed to share the load, but I knew that if I didnt wait it out that I was going to end up hospitalized for exhaustion and divorced from resentment.
I also knew that if I tried to "talk" to him about what I was feeling or going through, that I would never be heard. Actions speak louder than words, and he got the message loud and clear.
As a matter of fact, because of that "forced" time with our second child, the bond they share is so strong and they are so close that sometimes I get jealous- when i gave birth to our third child (another boy) I refused to let dad even hold him for a long time!
I know that "forcing" him to help you could backfire in a lot of ways, but you've got to sit him down and tell him exactly what you're feeling, what youre going through, etc. For heavens sake, what youre going through right now is the fastest way to end up with full-blown post partum depression. You have got to get help so you can have some YOU time, even if it means hiring a baby nurse.
Do you attend a church where there are older women who could take turns coming over and helping out? Is it an option to put your first in day care for a couple of hours two or three days a week to give yourself a small break?? Do you have a neighbor who could come over every other day for coffee and adult conversation??