I felt like my son in invaded my life. I was so ready to give him up and give up on life myself.

My Story: I gave birth in 1982 to my son. Labor was hard - 18 hours - before they decided to do a c-section. I was put under {general anesthesia}, I hardly recall feeding him, holding him to feed. I was still under the felling of being asleep. We wish that postpartum depression {awareness} was around at the time. I felt like my son in invaded my life. I was so ready to give him up and give up on life myself. I kept going and going, due to my mom and sister. After my son started being his little self, I knew I had to grow up be a parent. I fell in love with my son when I first held him and again when he started crawling. It was a very hard struggle, he is 33 and a family of his own. Depression runs in my family. I hope women/men who have postpartum {depression} get help. It wasn't there when I needed it. 

Anonymous | Colorado | Mama to 3


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