As most of you know, I've been suffering from PND for a while now, and have been on anti-depressants for a month and a half.
Things have been getting better for a while but I haven't really had any serious "bonding" moments. I'll feel random rushes of love for DS but they are normally fleeting, and my GP has suggested upping my dosage.
But today I put DS to bed and he was fussing. DP made to get up and I told him that I'd take care of it cue shocked look and a jaw on the floor and headed up. He was rolling about so I picked him up and I don't know why but I made up a story for him about a Little Prince who refused to go to sleep, so Daddy King and Mummy Queen had to go and see a wizard who cast a spell on the Little Prince.
DS went out like a light, and I came back downstairs. DP was crying. He'd heard everything over the baby monitor.
He's just told me that this is the first time he's thought "we're going to pull through this rough patch". Cue me crying too.
I feel so fucking happy. For the first time I feel like I can beat this, and I feel like looking towards the future. I FEEL HAPPY.