I suffered depression when I was younger, and so was determined to 'protect' myself from PND when DS was born 2 yrs ago. I put a lot of effort into appearing fine and capable, but the truth is I found the first year very hard.
I was moody, weepy, exhausted, couldn't relax etc. But I don't think it was PND, prob a lot to do with sleep deprivation (DS was not a fan of sleeping thro the night, still isn't really) and loneliness, the loss of my old life - which is what it felt like at the time. A few times I remember walking along the street weeping pushing the buggy and desperate for another person to just say hello to me as I hadn't spoken to anyone all day.
The HV came to visit once when DS was 6 weeks old and I did the whole 'I'm fine' act, because she was a complete stranger and I'd had enough of health professionals stressing me out by that point. I had a straightforward homebirth but breastfeeding got off to a rocky start and we were hospitalised within a week as DS was jaundiced and losing weight. He was then called back to the hospital regularly for reams of blood tests.
I then never went to the clinic run by the HVs, but did occasionally get DS weighed at the bf support group. The HV got back in touch again when DS was 10 months old to do another check. She told me how worried she'd been about me at the 6 week check, but that I didn't seem to want any help. This made me cry in front of her and I was embarrassed .
I don't know what the answer is. I didn't mean to type so much and am feeling a bit emotional now so think I will stop...