Post partum Depression


He became numb, he ran. He ran in circles, he was exhausted.

Whatever he started doing, he took twice, thrice as long as he needed to.
He fell asleep. Deep, early sleep in which he did not hear any sounds.

He booked tickets, he got on trains, night buses, flights. He visited friends, stayed in hotels, looked a bit lost.
Discussing baby names became a chore.

He held the babies, rocked them, burped them, shaved their little heads with his own razor. He called everyone with the news. He helped me.
I helped him.

And you’re asking me about PPD?

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About mydaughtersmum

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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