By DEBBIE SPINK
How is possible to look at a beautiful two week old baby and only want to throw it out the window? I would have thought unfathomable, until the beast of postnatal depression after the birth of my second daughter overtook me.
My illness was recognised, despite my efforts to conceal it, when I went for my check up with my Obstetrician when my daughter was seven weeks old. While I am extremely thankful that he knew I was not well and insisted on treatment, I continue to be perturbed by the comment he made as I was leaving his office to go directly to a Perinatal Psychiatrist – “I don’t know why you are depressed, your labour was fine.”
Even amongst our highly-trained medical practitioners, there remains a lack of knowledge and understanding about perinatal mental illness. This can lead to, (and most certainly does on many occasions because I witness it in other families), poor advice, a lack of support, inaccurate diagnosis and the potential for a very scary illness to progress to even deeper and darker levels.
By the time my treatment began to take effect my daughter was three months old and my toddler was two and a half. For those three months, my children experienced me crying uncontrollably; spending hours in a rocking chair completely disconnected to them and anything else; lying in bed avoiding all activities; showing anger, aggression and frustration directed at them – mostly for just for being there; and an expression that never revealed even a hint of happiness. All the while, my head was filled with thoughts of, “I want to go way and never come back”, “I don’t want her” “Please someone take her back”, “I don’t want to do this, I just can’t do this”, “I just want to throw her out the window and leave”.