I wondered if anyone else ever felt this, and could offer reassurance. My DS is 9 months, absolutely perfect, and what everyone calls an 'easy baby' (and has been from the start).
I am just recovering from post natal anxiety and depression, and hideous insomnia. My pregnancy was a huge surprise...my boyfriend and I had only been together a short time when we decided to try, and even though I was 38 with a history of endometriosis, it happened in the very first month we stopped contraception. I was very morning sick in pregnancy, and developed antenatal depression in the second trimester.
It turned out all this change was too much for me. From selling my business just before the birth, to an unhappy pregnancy, to suddenly having helpful people in my house (having never, ever lived with anyone in my life until the baby arrived), to having a bad hormonal reaction when I stopped breastfeeding at 4 months....by the time my boyfriend and I actually moved in together when our son was already 5 months old, I completely fell apart. My partner has two children already and a very demanding job, so while I did have help, I felt quite alone much of the time. Anyway, my self-identity was completely shot and I have read that thread by Mumsnet posters who regret having children many times and felt sick with guilt about it.
I am now recovering with the help of hormonal treatment and also an SSRI. I feel sure I am recovering and am excited to feel much better. But, and this is the point of this rambling post!, I keep questioning my bond with my son. I am aware that PND can damage the bonding process. As I am now back at work with a full time nanny (which is working out very well, and know I am very lucky), I can't stop thinking that I have missed out on a critical stage because of my PND and anxiety. I don't seem able to enjoy the time I do have with my baby without constantly questioning myself: Are we bonded? Would I literally kill for him? Do I look at him and feel total and utter unconditional love, or do I just think he is really cute? Oh, he just annoyed me with his whining, does that mean we aren't bonded? Do my friends love their children so much more, and does that mean my son will suffer? Do I even know what bonded feels like? What am I feeling, what am I feeling?
ARGH, it is obsessive and distracting! Any advice out there? Is BONDING something I should be worrying about?