“Giving birth to my daughter was the greatest experience of my life,” Susan says, “But after that, all I remember is fear. The 10-minute drive home from the hospital seemed like it would never end and I kept picturing the car crashing. By the time we got to our house I was shaking. I thought, ‘Oh, this is the protective instinct everyone tells you about!’ Once we were home, I became terrified that she would stop breathing in her sleep.
They tell you that when the baby is sleeping, you should be sleeping, but I couldn’t do it. I had to sit right next to her and watch her to make sure she was breathing. So I never slept. I worried she wasn’t getting enough milk so I started expressing and measuring my milk, but then I worried that she wasn’t getting the benefits of skin-on-skin contact and obsessed over signs that she wasn’t reaching developmental milestones.
I worried that people who came to visit would get her sick so I started refusing visits from family and friends. I even worried that my husband would accidentally hurt her when he was giving her a bath, so I insisted on doing it myself, even when I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. Everyone around me could see that something was wrong, but I assumed that what I was feeling was normal. I was being a good mom. It wasn’t until my husband showed me an article about postpartum anxiety that it hit me that this was a problem. I can’t tell you how relieving it was to find out that it didn’t have to be this way.”



