Although welcoming my little guy in to this world had at the time brought so much joy I noticed that the past few weeks to months had not been what I expected, I felt agitated, angry, upset, frustrated, alone, in the dark, tearful, overwhelmed but how could this be when I saw so many fathers around me filled with joy and love as they watched their child grow. Yet sleep deprived, overwhelmed frustrated dad over here was seemingly getting to the stage of not being bothered!
So with much fear I share my first experience at the GP and try not to sound a dramatic what was a first time father at the time who was having these outbursts but now, I feel ready.
Walking to the doctors office just around the street corner from our home my head hung low, hot flushes went through me and my stomach in knots. Breathing shallow and slow as I approached. I booked in and sat in the waiting room feeling uneasy and restless whilst of course surrounding me were people with coughs and colds (striking a worried cord through me the last thing I needed was these germs to pass onto my baby …. more stress and anxiety) but nonetheless I pushed through my emotions and waited until I was called in.
Doctor Bowen called me in and straight away asked how I was…. well. Without any hesitation my eyes filled with tears and I said “I hate the person I have become, I have lost myself within this and I hate my baby. An innocent precious child I helped to make and bring into this world, I hate? Please help me”
Doctor Bowen sat and looked at me with that ‘scary’ doctor looked, and warmly smiled. “It is going to be ok Matthew, you and your baby will be ok but you need to accept our help. You are showing signs of Postnatal depression, this is something men and women do get”. At this point I felt shallow and low wondering what I was doing and saying, I just openly admitted to a doctor I hate my baby?
I muttered and blubbered struggling to get my words out and pinpoint my emotions but I was asked the standard questions of what it seemed. With my head swimming drastically looking for a lifeguard to rescue me from all the medical terminology, the heartache and this dark place I am in.
It was agreed that I would return back to speak to our health visitor and our GP again (doctor bowen) to speak about starting medication, therapy/counselling and also attending some parenting classes for fathers and making a plan for me over the next few weeks. I knew what that meant and for a moment it took my breath away. I was going to have to fight this battle, regardless of my emotions and speak openly and attend sessions even through physically and mental exhaustion.
Doctor Bowen gave my as much time as I needed in her doctors office to where for that short time was a safety net of releasing my emotions to an understanding supportive non judgemental professional who answered my questions to my new journey a head and would often reassure me that one day at my very own pace I would heal and see light and learn to love my baby.
So upon this a date was set for the following week that I would attend and a support network would be set up, I agreed to stay away from medication for as long as possible but if it was needed then I would be placed on them (as time went on, I was placed on them from sleeping tablet to a harry potter concoction of pills).
I then left the doctors surgery and headed home and began to cry, my tshirt soaked through and over the next few days I remained in wet tearful tshirts and wanted to hide away but at the same time I felt so numb whilst I would sit and cry my tears from the bottom of my heart never knowing before that I could cry like this to the point of physically shaking, vomiting and dizziness but after I had calmed down I knew it was needed for my body to somehow release it all in a little way but it would leave me feeling exhausted, unmovtivated, hopeless but I would go to bed embracing the reality of what this was and how it was affecting me.
Although I was scared I also felt at bay and at peace knowing I had reached out and a new path, a new light was ahead but this did not mean it was easy and that my emotions of negativity had disappeared, far from.
I woke the next morning feeling numb and still with no light, things will take time I had to keep telling myself and that I needed to find a little hope in my heart and I’m no longer fearful. I’m no longer hopeless. I’m no longer anxious about my referral appointment next week and that I could leave next week encouraged and reassured to take on my post natal depression journey and whatever pops up we will face it as a team. Not alone.
So I hugged my baby a little tighter knowing one day it will be ok and each day breathing deeper into the start of recovery.
I’m Matt, I’m 39 and I am a dad with Post natal depression.