POST NATAL DEPRESSION: I HATED MY DAUGHTER

This is a story about Ross Hunt from South Wales, who has shared his experience with postnatal depression. A condition .Postnatal depression is a type of depression that many parents experience after having a baby. It’s a common problem, affecting more than 1 in every 10 women or 30 men within a year of giving birth.

Ross Said : I DIDN’T see it coming.Maybe it was the fact that it’s rarely discussed.Or the fact that when it is its mostly about the mothers

But when my daughter was born, after years of waiting, I didn’t feel a thing.

Maybe it was the visiting that kick-started it.

Having people come in and take your baby off you, even if it’s out of a place of kindness, probably didn’t help.

 Ross said it took four months before he felt like a dad to Isabelle

Isabel Ross’s Daughter.

 

But I didn’t even notice at the time, with everything going on, I didn’t get chance to process anything.

It took a few weeks for it to really sink in.

But i was depressed. I’ve been here before, I know how this feels, but never had I imagined I’d feel this way about my own daughter.

It was incredibly hard to admit.

But I hated her. I was jealous of her, I was resentful, then I felt guilty, but overall I felt that my life had been ruined.

If someone offered to take her away, I would have gladly accepted.

This lasted a couple of months.

But luckily for me, if you can call it luck, I’ve battled on and off with depression for years, and I know that I can find ways to help ease it.

So that’s what I did with Isabelle.

I found ways to cope. I knew it would take time – I had no choice but to try.

I did all that I could. I changed her, bathed her, played with her, I even let her sleep on me, but still i felt nothing.

When I went back to work, I felt myself gradually get better. I had time to think about things and not feel like she was constantly demanding from me.

Having that break, as lucky as I was to be able to actually have them, did help.

 

it’s incredibly hard to love someone that takes so much from you without a thought of anything in return.

The only problem is, you’re not supposed to think that way.

You’re supposed to love them no matter what.

You’re not supposed to tell someone that you don’t even like your baby, let alone love them.

But my partner stood by me. Very Crucial

She knew I couldn’t help it, and supported me the entire way through.

Without her, I would probably still be in a bad place.

 Ross tried everything he could think of to bond with his new baby

Ross, Isabel and Partner

 

 

Then she started to give back.

When we first went away with her, she smiled for the very first time.

And I felt a feeling start to grow.

It wasn’t big, but it was there.

We had found something that worked.

Going away with Isabelle and taking myself from all the distractions of being home really helped.

But it’s hard.

You have to learn to love them.

It’s not always an instant thing, much like any relationship we have, it takes time and work to make things great.

What I have now with Isabelle is amazing.

It didn’t come easy, but it did come eventually.

And just knowing that there are people out there willing and able to help you.

Don’t be afraid to ask for it, this depression isn’t you, and it’s OK to admit that you’re not coping.

Talking about this made me feel a lot better too.

Putting everything out there through something like this helped me process it all.

All I can say is that it will get better. I can’t tell you when, but there will come a time when you feel it, you just have to keep fighting for it.

Ross told of how it took him four months until he really began to feel like a dad.

Three months

Three entire months have somehow managed to fly past, and somehow I now find myself with a baby that is barely recognisable from what we first brought home.

I knew a baby could change quickly, but I didn’t think it would be this quick.

Looking back though, and thinking about that early time with the baby, I really regret not just enjoying and embracing my time with her.

Instead of being fully absorbed in the journey I was constantly looking towards the future.

“I can’t wait until she can walk”, “I can’t wait until she can talk”, “I can’t wait until she starts laughing”.

Maybe it didn’t help that I had postnatal depression and really didn’t care that much about her in the beginning.

But teaching myself to embrace the journey and not any goal has greatly improved my relationship with her.

Four months

I was worried at first that she’d never be able to help me out of moods, but I’ve never been more wrong.

Don’t get me wrong, I still have days where I struggle, but now I have another way of getting out of it, and it’s all thanks to her.

It’s a stark contrast to what I initially thought of her, but that wasn’t me, that was just Depression

Five months

It’s crazy how fast this time has gone. It doesn’t feel that long ago that we nervously brought her home, scared and worried about how we were actually going to raise a child.

But then and again, that’s just life. It goes so fast. I know it won’t be long before Isabelle is talking and running around the place, before I know it she’ll be off to school, having a boyfriend (or girlfriend, either way is good), getting pregnant and I’ll be dead.

The main thing is that I enjoy it all as it happens, and so far, a bout of postnatal depression aside, I’ve loved it.

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