My earliest feelings of depression relating to my pregnancy and birth came during the growth scans I had every few days after my waters partially broke at 27 weeks' gestation. I was very anxious about even getting on the bus to travel to the hospital and back. I couldn't enjoy routine checks and even listening to my baby's heartbeat made me 'on edge' and restless. It is upsetting to think of now as I couldn't fully accept any reassurances or positive results that came from those appointments.
I was exhausted, more mentally and emotionally than physically, and felt low much of the time instead of enjoying what I hoped would have been a joyous time for me and my family. I was carrying a baby but I felt I wasn't 'allowed' to feel excited or happy about it. So I didn’t take photos of my growing bump or of baby scans, and filled my phone instead with encouraging, positive quotes to help me keep going. My mum would ask me, on a daily basis, to name three good things about the day (even though I didn't always find that easy) and my husband reassured me that he loved me and our baby and would stand by me no matter what.
My husband and my parents were also my rocks after we brought AJ home from the hospital. The first couple of weeks were hard and I felt numb towards a lot of things. My husband took over making bottles as I couldn't get my head around the measurements and the new routine. He had strength not only for himself but on my behalf too. He and my parents helped my self-confidence and helped me to overcome the feeling that I wasn't doing enough around the house or to take care of AJ by telling me that I was doing a good job.