Tangled in the Web of Postpartum Depression

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I collapsed into the nearest chair when all three at-home pregnancy tests showed positive. I had to force myself to breathe, while my husband jumped for joy. I wasn't scared, just shocked. Life, as I knew it, was about to be radically altered. Serving in the church nursery, after school programs, summer camps, and as a personal nanny for two different families with newborns had given me the practical skills to care for a baby.

Ben was born September 22. When he was placed in my arms the first time, I experienced love and joy at a deeply sacred level. But during our hospital stay, a suffocating sadness started creeping in. On the car ride home, I sat in the backseat and wept uncontrollably. This was not the “baby blues” people speak of. Instead, paranoia piled on top of sadness and the two dealt me crushing blows.

I really thought this stage would pass quickly, but it didn't.

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tangled in the web of postpartum depression

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