When I came home with my beautiful little baby, I felt like a million bucks! I felt so good that I needed very little sleep, was cheerful, felt like I could care for her totally on my own without my husband's help, and I was energized! I had so much energy that I went back to work almost immediately. I have a pet sitting business and my husband was helping me with as much as I would let him, which I realized wasn't enough when my c-section incision split open a few days after I got home...... and repeatedly until three months later when my body miraculously healed itself.
I remember seeing posters in the hospital about postpartum depression. There was one right outside my door. My husband and I commented on how prevalent it must be with so many posters around. I thought of Brooke Shields and my cousin who had experienced PPD. It was so traumatic and I really felt for them! Something drew me to these posters every day. I would stare at them while walking Allie up and down the hall. I had no idea that shortly I would become one of those who suffer. And suffer, I did. I'm still suffering, just on a much lighter level. Thank God because if things didn't change I was bound for the loony bin! Bee line from Maternity to Psych Ward!
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