Singing The Baby Blues
When someone said “postpartum depression”, I immediately had the image of Kirstie Alley in Look Who’s Talking crying about the FTD commercial in my head. I was hopeful that I wasn’t going to be a teary-eyed-snot-flowing-everywhere kind of mommy after having Sayle. While I was very aware of the classic signs of postpartum, I was not aware of this pesky little state called the baby blues-until they hit me.
I had Sayle on a Wednesday and got home with him on Friday afternoon. That’s when anxiety kicked in. I couldn’t sit still and my mind raced constantly.
I didn’t have any newborn clothes for Sayle. I was a horrible mother. My house …



































