Recently, I was looking at photos from when my girls were newborns. In all the photos, I am smiling and looking elated, and on so many levels, I was. But, I was also suffering from postpartum depression (PPD) and anxiety.
With my first daughter, I was terrified to leave the house. I was convinced I would drop her or a car would jump the curb and run into her stroller. In many ways, I was paralyzed by fear for her safety.
I expected to be more relaxed with my second child. But the same feelings of fear and dread crept in. My second one had to spend time in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU), which........