I gave birth at 27w4 and was not in a good place in the immediate aftermath. I was sorted out with a pretty urgent referral to the mental health team, and I'm still technically under their care. I had a lot of offers of medication for PND in the early days/weeks and I refused it (rightly or wrongly) as I felt what I was experiencing was because of the circumstances I was in and medication wouldn't change them.
It's now been just over 3 months and DS2 has been home from hospital a few days. He's done amazingly well, and is currently feeding away and when I'm not looking at my phone I'm admiring his beautiful ear. No issues at all with bonding after those initial days, and while I've been anxious over the past few months it has seemed pretty appropriate to the situation rather than anything concerning. It's absolutely amazing that he's home, and the time in hospital already feels like some weird fever dream.
However, I do still feel a sort of grief for my third trimester. I'm sad that DS1 never felt the baby kick inside me, that I didn't get so large that people would think to offer me a seat on public transport. Silly things that it didn't even occur to me think I'd be bothered about. Obviously there's some practical underlying points - DS2 does have some health conditions that he wouldn't have if I'd managed to carry him to term, and god knows what future issues will occur because of his prematurity. But it's not those thoughts that are the ones that fill me with a sort of quiet sadness. I'll never be comically large, I'll never know if I would have developed a waddle. I've never felt a contraction. And none of this makes me feel like less of a mother or anything like that, and the thoughts certainly aren't all consuming, but it does make me sad when I think about it.
I've a meeting with the mental health team next week and I'm not entirely sure if I need any help, or what help I'd even ask for. Again, it doesn't feel like something that medication is the solution for, but maybe it is unusual to still be thinking these kind of thoughts months later. DP tries to be understanding but to be honest doesn't understand, and my family is the same - from their perspective the main thing is that DS2 is here and doing really well, and the fact that my hips didn't change shape is a silver lining.