Battling Post Natal Depression

Self Care / 11 May, 2017 / My Baba

Battling Postnatal Depression – A Reader’s Experience

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This is an article we received from one of our readers, who wanted to remain anonymous. It outlines just how postnatal depression can affect a new mum. 

When I brought my newborn baby girl home from hospital for the first time, I suddenly realised that my first born, my little baby boy, was no longer a baby! On the day I was to give birth to my daughter, I left home in the early hours to head to the hospital. I kissed my sleeping baby boy goodbye, but on my return with my tiny newborn, my son suddenly looked like a massive child in comparison. I’m not sure if it was the hormones or the shock of realising that my son had changed so much, more than I had realised, that I became depressed.

In the space of a month following the birth of my daughter, my son fell ill, twice with sickness. I am emetrophobic (in laymen’s terms, this mean I have a phobia of vomit) so dealing with any kind of sick is really hard for me, but I always assumed that my child’s vomit would be different, and I’d be able to handle it. Because I had sunk to such a terrible low, my phobia all of a sudden became a living nightmare. This little boy that had replaced my baby was doing the one thing that puts the fear of god into me: he was throwing up. Luckily, on both occasions, my husband was home, and took the reigns, but it did nothing to discourage the anxiety I was feeling at the time.

I felt as though the bond with my son was broken. It felt like he was a stranger and I wanted MY baby boy back. I found I couldn’t kiss him or hug him like I had done just weeks before. In my mind he was not mine. Someone had taken my baby and replaced him with this toddler. My depression was getting worse. I became extremely anxious, every cough or sudden movement that was picked up on the baby monitor made my body go into anxiety overload, for fear of  and I was a wreck. I felt alone and trapped.

Somedays I thought about leaving but I couldn’t bear to be apart from my husband or daughter, no thought for my son. Other days I thought about someone else maybe adopting him even though I knew my husband would never let that happen. He couldn’t understand how I could feel like this. I was in a world that was broken and I couldn’t find a way out.

I took the brave step and spoke to my health visitor who urged me to speak to my doctor. I was prescribed anti-anxiety and anti-depressants and was diagnosed with Postnatal Depression. I also begged to be referred for counselling as I hated the way I was feeling and wanted to be normal again and I couldn’t see how tablets alone could fix this!

The counselling didn’t start for a few months but once it did, in the form of over the phone sessions, I was made to analyse my fears. Gradually after about 6 months, I was able to go to bed without those dreadful phobic thoughts of my son being sick.

During the entire time I put on an act with my son as I didn’t want him to know there was anything wrong. Everyday was a very tough slog.

I’m a year on now, I’m starting to reduce my medication and I am hoping I can come off the tablets completely very soon. After much determination I feel that I’ve built bridges when it comes to the bond I felt I’d lost with my son.

You might be reading this, as I am while I’m writing, and think I am a terrible person. I felt like a terrible person the entire time, and I still do. I’m devastated to have felt the emotions I suddenly found myself feeling towards my son. My poor little boy was not even 2 years old. I know deep down it was the illness, and something out of my control, but I feel gutted that I will never get back those precious months I lost.

Having a new born is a hard task for any mum, the sleepless nights, the issues with breastfeeding, not to mention trying to hold together a family and a household. Anyone that struggles with postnatal depression needs to be brave, seek help and speak to someone. Don’t wait. Don’t let those feelings fester. I could not have got through this last year without the help of my health visitor, doctor and the support of my husband and family who have been amazing.


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