"People that I'm close to have all said that from my behavior, they would have never guessed that I had PPD. At face value, I was loving toward him as a tired mom can be. I made every effort to interact and bond. Inside, however, I felt like a fake, just going through the motions, making the right "cooing" and comfort noises because I knew how, not because I wanted to.
I remember a friend describe to me how she would watch her son sleeping, wishing secretly that he would wake up so that she could play with him. This seemed like such an alien desire." -Grace, 32, Charity Fund Raiser, England, UK Excerpt from "The Mother-to-Mother Postpartum Depression Support Book" by Sandra Poulin
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