4 years in infertility and then you hear the doctor say the words "I'm going to diagnose postnatal depression and anxiety". yowzers
I love Max more than anything and I haven't struggled to bond. My PND seems to have manifested itself in irrational thoughts of harm coming to him with an awful obsession that he will die. On Sunday morning I woke to a vivid daydream of someone's hands holding my son under water. He was wearing his blue sleep suit with the monkeys on, one of his favourites. There's was nothing I could do to get the hands from his shoulders holding him under. I spent the next 4hours uncontrollably sobbing.
This is just one more kink in the chain
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