My Story

In July 2012, Abbey, our infertility miracle arrived.  After the three year struggle to create her, severe gestational diabetes (complete with a strict diet and insulin shots), and a mysterious two-month migraine, my quick and natural labor was bliss and we REJOICED! 

Within about a week, I developed severe anxiety--particularly with the onset of dusk or poor weather. Then I began seeing and hearing things at night--like a homeless man sleeping on our couch, a wolf in the hallway, and a train crossing right outside our bedroom window.  One night I remember being so hungry but unable to eat anything.  I was convinced an apple was poisoned, cereal was contaminated, and I would choke on popcorn.  I realized all of these things were very ridiculous, but they were also very real to me.  I went in to my OB and of course we agreed it was postpartum depression-- "with a psychotic flair," he added.  Lucky me.