Ok, I'll go...
I have a history of depression, fought it for years. I went off my meds about six months before getting pregnant and really did pretty good until about three days after Jackson's birth. I woke up crying. I cried all day. It was like I had no control over it, the tears just kept coming. I knew that 'baby blues' were really common and figured that's what I had and it would work itself out. But, each progressive day got worse and worse until I was just lying in bed crying all day. My partner and my mother took care of the baby and they brought him to me when he was hungry. I would nurse him and hand him back - I didn't change diapers, didn't hold him or look at him any longer than I needed to. Nursing felt like a huge chore and it took all I had not to formula feed. I couldn't remember why I wanted a baby so badly (and Jackson was the result of *years* of planning) and I longed with all my heart for my old life. I wanted him to disappear. He felt like somebody else's baby.
This was the worst depression I have ever felt. It was completely debilitating. I was barely functioning, and I am so grateful that there were other loving people to be there for my son. I think, at least for me, that is the most insidious part of PPD - the big barrier it puts between you and your babe. To this day I struggle to bond with him, though it's getting better every day. I'm starting to feel in love with him more often, to have difficulty imagining my life without him, and that is a very sweet feeling...
About a week into his life, I woke up and knew that I had to do something. I tried to call my midwives' office, but it was before hours and I didn't feel like I should 'trouble' them to use the pager (if you are ever in this situation, PLEASE USE THE PAGER!). Tried to call my friend who is a naturopath but couldn't reach her. So, I called the nurse at my HMO who had been doing my weekly NSTs, someone I felt I had some connection with. It was the best I could think of. Well, she was wonderful - told me I had PPD, I needed to come in and get some help immediately, asked if I had someone with me. I saw my doctor that day and got a Rx for Paxil. My naturopath friend also prescribed progesterone drops. The progesterone worked like magic for me - I didn't completely recover, but it quickly took the edge off so that I could function. And it helped some of the physical symptoms I was having - hot flashes, insomnia. A few weeks later the Paxil started working and I felt like I was returning to the earth little by little. It was a hard decision to take the Paxil - I really didn't want to bf with a psychotropic medication in my milk. But, what choice did I have, really? I think breastmilk with a teeny bit of Paxil is probably better than formula, and that's where I was headed.
This has been a pretty incredible experience for me. I honestly wasn't sure I would survive it, honestly wasn't sure I could ever be a mom. My birth was hard, and this was waaaayyyy harder. I'm so proud of myself for surviving. I'm so proud of myself for sticking with AP when I just wanted to get this baby away from me. AP probably helped us recover. I feel infinitely grateful that I had such good support - my beloved partner has never resented doing all the work during those first couple of weeks, and friends and family surrounded us with love.
I also tried going off my Paxil a couple of months ago, with the help of a naturopath and a constitutional homeopathic... No go. I tapered off very slowly, but it was pretty amazing how quickly I found those horrible thoughts coming back - I caught myself longing for my old life again. So, I'm back on - I'll try again later, sometime when we're getting more sleep maybe.
Thanks for sharing your stories. We are not alone! And we are strong, resilient women...