Amy Lewis is fighting a battle, and she desperately needs your support.
I wanted rainbows and unicorns the moment my son arrived.
I wanted to hold him in my arms and hear the sounds of angels singing.
Obviously, this is not what happened.
In real life, a large screaming baby, who was all thrashing arms and legs was placed on my chest and I thought, “Oh no, what have we done? Where did HE come from?”
Sadly, my parental journey was generally downhill from there.
Postnatal depression and anxiety made it difficult to bond with and enjoy my son. I didn’t want to hold him, but I didn’t want anyone else to hold him either. I didn’t want to talk to my friends or leave the house, or even get out of bed some days. My incredibly supportive husband did the majority of the parenting while I struggled to hold everything together. Finally, the community health nurse asked me to do a mental health test. I was told I needed to get some help.
They helped me contact a GP and recommended treatment options, and over time things have started to get better. It’s an ongoing journey. I still have bad days, but we are starting to get to a good place. I can finally start to be the Mum that I think my child deserves.