I'd love to hear from anyone who has come out the other side, will I enjoy my life again? Will I ever enjoy being a Mum? Will I feel like myself?
I feel like there's a belt around my chest anytime I think of spending my days alone with the baby when my Dh goes back to work after Xmas. I have loads of support from my Mum and go there 3 days a week at the moment but those two days alone terrify me. So far since the baby was born I have attempted 4 days alone and on each of them I broke down and cried most the day, getting into a complete state.
I am taking Sertaline and am on day 9. I keep setting timescales for myself ... it was all going to get better at 6 weeks. Or after Xmas. And I've stupidly read loads of posts on here about the drug and am clinging to 10 days as a few people said that's when it got better for them. But I know logically I'm not going to wake up tomorrow feeling any different.
The baby had her 6w growth spurt and now a cold. For the first time last night I let my DH do a night (he has offered but I've been too scared. I associate the way I feel with sleep deprivation and stupidly felt if I kept him awake he would feel like this too). I didn't want to be alone so slept in our bed with ear plugs. After 6 weeks of sleep deprivation which is a big factor in all this it was a relief to sleep but I woke up a lot and don't feel much better for it today.
I just want to wake up and not feel like this. Throughout everything I have managed to keep up some faith that what everyone has told me is true, I will get better. But somehow this week that's all just gone. I feel terrified that the drugs may ease the depression but that I still won't like being around my baby, my life and that my bond won't be what it should.
In the past 9 days on Sertaline I've had some good days. The first 3, I felt 100% my old self and even spoke with my DH retrospectively about PND. "Can't believe how intense that was. So glad it's over" type of thing. I honestly felt I had turned a corner. But after a bad nights sleep on day 4 bam, I woke up with the dark cloud again.
I can't decide if I liked feeling myself again as it shows I will soon feel ok again. Or if it's worse ... Cruel almost. As it highlighted how awful the bad days are and it's making it harder to cope. After a better nights sleep I really hoped I would wake up to another good day, like a holiday from my brain. But sadly not.
She was very much wanted and I have no idea why this had to happen to me. I know that I'm tired, that the baby is ill etc and that the first 2 weeks on an AD are the hardest ... but I'm really struggling to feel anything positive so I'd love to hear some positive stories and any advise.