Me too. Me too. Me too.
With my first it was so bad that when people would tell me 'sleep when the baby sleeps' I would think
them irrational.
How could I do that?! I have to watch her breathe!!!!
I would lay listening to her breathe and was terrified of walking down the stairs. There was a window at the bottom and I was affraid we would fall and tumble out. When people would try to visit in the beginning, and not so beginning

, I would hold her up in front of the window and keep the door locked. Sometimes it'd get a chuckle at first but everyone was genuinely confused when finding I was serious

. I was terrified she would contract something she couldn't fight. I even refused to have the flowers from her birth in the house, in case she was so allergic she couldn't breathe on her own. I gave my dog to my sister for 3 weeks as I was terrified to have her near the baby, though I raised her and trained her from 7 weeks (she eventually came home and all was well). I remember her first night home from the hospital she had a meconium blowout and hadn't wet and when I called her pedi they told me to bring her to the er because she may be having a kidney problem (?!

WTF!!!) wespent that night, New years eve!!! in a city er with a 2 day old and I brought her in her bucket seat because she was sleeping so soundly, and covered her seat with my body until I was cramped and stiff. I beleived I could see the germs jumping at her. At that point I hadn't slept in days. I think it all started there and didn't improve for many months. As desperately as we wanted another child, the fear sometimes paralyzed me.
At the time I thought all of my fears and worries were rational.
It was so terrifying.
I was better prepared when my 2nd was born, though I started on zoloft when he was 5 mos.
I am 16 weeks now and think about my ppd and discuss it with my m/w regularly. We have a bit of a plan this time around I think

.
I also experienced a dark place following each loss that was more than just grief for me. It felt very crazy quite honestly.
For me it was never fear of hurting the babies or myself but the anxiety of something terrible happening. Something out of control, something desperate...
My dc are happy, healthy, content and confident kids. It amazes me.
Many

all around.
It is so hard.
Just so hard.
sorry for the ramble