No problem at all MrsW, I've found it an important part of my recovery to talk about it. (Sorry to the oldies on this thread who have heard it all before!) 
Basically, I had a difficult birth - Lochie was two weeks late, the induction failed which led to me going into hyperstimulated labour and trying to push at 3cms dilated. He then got into distress so we were whipped into theatre for an emergency c-sec. So far, so crap but nothing really too bad. However, 6 hours after Lochie was born, he was taken to the NICU because his lactate levels were causing concern. I was told he'd be there for a couple of hours max as he needed to be on a drip to help them stabilise. However, he was there for 3 days in the end - the lactate levels were quickly resolved but then they discovered he had feeding issues so he had a n-g tube inserted. Anyway, long story short, after 3 days, I finally got him released to me on the ward, where the feeding issues continued. We left hospital after a week, with a combi feeding strategy with me expressing and feeding via bottle. All was well for the first week at home, I think I was still on the post-birth high. Then, when Lochie was 2 weeks old, things started to crumble. I wasn't eating or sleeping. I'd lie there listening to DH and Lochie sleep and be completely overcome with anxiety about not sleeping, to the point of being physically sick. I then was convinced that I'd not be able to get Lochie back to sleep after the night feeds, and after several nights of sitting up with him sleeping on me, I fell to pieces. My mum came over so I could sleep, and I was lucky that it was a day that my m/w was visiting. I was basically sobbing all day and she got me an emergency appt with the GP. He initially prescribed me with sleeping tablets for a couple of nights, as he wanted to make sure that it wasn't just down to the lack of sleep/recovery from the op etc. DH took over all the night feeds (what a star!) so that I was able to sleep. The pills helped initially but then when they were finished I just dropped back to the same depression. He then prescribed me a low dose anti-d and told me to stop expressing because of the stress it was placing on me. (the B/f guilt is a huge part of this too, but I've made my peace with it now)
So, I think the anti-ds helped with getting the basic physical stuff sorted - eating, sleeping etc. But I really struggled with my mindset around Lochie and being a mother. I forced myself to go for a walk wiht him each day and (I'm ashamed to admit this now) most days I had to mentally shout at myself to snap out of the thought of just leaving him in the pram in the shopping centre and walking away. I wanted everything to just vanish, just wanted to crawl into a corner and make everything go away. I didn't want anything to do with him, I was completely disassociated from him. I remember one dark morning when DH had to tell me to pick Lochie up because he was crying. 
I was really lucky with the support I got from DH and my family - my mum took unpaid leave and came every day so that I could rebuild my confidence. As I said, DH was amazing - he would get up with me for the night feeds and just sit and keep me company and tell me I was doing great, and help me feel secure about putting Lochie back into his cot. One of my best friends was great too, she just came a couple of times a week and let me cry and took over with Lochie for the afternoon. All this was great, but as I said, it was getting my frame of mind right that really helped, and I think that came partly as a result of the anti-d's kicking in, but also just becoming more experience with the baby. I actually remember the day that the shift happened, I couldn't get enough of him, I just wanted him with me all the time, which was polar opposite of how I had felt. The M/W's and GP were great, and I was also lucky that the HV's in my area run a PND support group, so that really helped too.
Interesting what you say about being a control freak - I'm a project administrator by trade, so I am used to being in control, able to plan everything and act proactively. It has taken me a LONG time to be able to be happy with acting reactively to Lochie instead, and even now I plan various outcomes dependant on what's happening. The HV's that ran the support group said that PND sufferers tend to be that type, as they are so unused to being out of control.
Whew, what an essay. I really, really think you should speak to your GP. PND is so common, and I know there is a stigma around depression, but this is down to your hormones, it's nothing you've done, and the quicker you get sorted, the quicker you can get on with your life. Robyn and your DH deserve that, but more than that, YOU deserve that. Don't suffer along in silence when you don't have to.
bunny Poor Will! Hope he continues to feel better.
Lochie is really bad with his teeth today - he keeps making this creaky door whinging sound. Poor monkey, the Calpol is our friend today! Hope everyone else is doing ok.