My Postnatal Depression Life
I’m Celine. I run my own nanny agency. My pregnancy was divine. I loved it. I felt better than I ever had. Energised. My skin was amazing. I knew everything about birth and babies. I sailed through the birth – it was short and incredibly manageable. I instantly loved Oliver. When did I nose dive? Why did I fail to thrive? I don’t know. Breastfeeding was a dream and Oliver was such a happy baby with everyone but me. I passed my sadness to him. My emotions shut down. My life became robotic. Guilt set in. People didn’t understand. “But you had such a great pregnancy”; “what do you have to be sad about – you have everything”; “it’s the successful, professional women who fall the hardest”. It took two years to recover from Postnatal Depression.