Hawaii Co-Coordinator, Pacific Region Coordinator
My road through postpartum depression was like a mystery / horror movie.
In 1994, in Hawaii, I really felt alone, and crazy too. My son was almost five years old when, after a bit of a yucky pregnancy, I had an awesome birth, bringing his little sister into the world. A GIRL! We had one of each! Despite declaring I wasn’t one to dress a girl in ruffles and pink, we stopped at Sears on the way home from the hospital (!!!) to pick up some ruffles and pink.
At first things went smoothly. My sister came for two weeks and we hung out, chose names for my daughter, and baked a Valentine’s cake and a birthday cake. We went to my weekly moms’ playgroup with my son’s friends, as we had done for over 4 years. The other moms were happy to have an infant to dote on-I was happy to hand her off occasionally.