Under a Cloud - Living with Postnatal Depression
(Pictured right: the photo that brought on my nostalgia for easier times) Please don’t feel bad that you didn’t know I had postnatal depression. Neither did I. I worked it out last week, after suffering for approximately 2.5 years. So I’ve been reading up about it. And so much has started to make sense. Why did I let the first 2.5 years as a mother as two feel as though they were lived under a cloud? I felt guilty. Guilty that having two healthy kids should make me the happiest mother in the world when all I felt I was doing was complaining about how hard it was, that my son was sleeping badly, that he was so demanding when our daughter in comparison had been such an easy baby/toddler. Guilty because I was complaining about my kids when my good friend had lost her much desired second daughter to stillbirth. I had mild PND after giving birth to K. It was mostly feeling like a hopeless mother who couldn’t handle anything without help, and who did not feel a major love for her d...