I'm amazed. I had (undiagnosed) PND with DD and remember her entire babyhood as a grinding ceaseless trial (poor DD, not her fault at all). DS is just over three mths and -- my goodness -- he's so gorgeous, so responsive, so much fun, I can't believe it can be like this. I want to eat him all up.
I quite see why people go on and on having babies now. Before, I thought they were all absolutely mad. Now I see I was
Fab post I know what you mean - my experience of motherhood with ds2 (despite having PND again) was so much more positive than with ds1. In fact, after I had ds1 I had to fight the urge to say "oh you poor thing, how dreadful for you" when people told me they were pregnant (they seem to prefer "Congratulations!" strangely enough).
DD loves him to bits as well. She's 3.5. A very good big sister.
Of course I feel sad I didn't enjoy her babyhood as much as I'm enjoying his, but I do feel incredibly grateful that I'm getting this second chance at babies.
I don't put all of this down to the ADs, either. I started to feel better just as soon as I worked out what was wrong with me when he was less than a month old.
Yes, MM, when a friend told me she was having a third, I'm afraid I blurted out, 'Are you completely insane?' I saw her last week and reminded her of this... she said she always suspected but never mentioned PND.