Okay so 2 years ago, my postpartum depression and anxiety got to be too much. I could no longer cope. All I could think was, get Patrice to my midwife, she can take her home and love her; daddy can handle the other two. So I packed the diaper bag, got the kids in the van and headed to my midwife’s office. I waited for her, then begged her to take Patrice. As I sobbed. That was the end of October, almost 2 years ago.
I wish I could tell you those thoughts are all gone. Most of the time I am okay. But my flight feeling is still strong.
Today, I desperately want to run. I want to call my midwife and escape.
If only people knew what kind of horrible mom I am.