For starters, a father dealing with a child who won’t sleep is a saint. A mother doing it is a mother.
I recently received a message from a mother who suggested that some of the "bad stories" shared by my project Little Tsunami might scare off other mums, and that showing both sides of the motherhood coin could be a better approach.
We aren't talking investing in expensive equipment or new drugs or even funding house-calling health workers (though that would be nice), but simply making sure that screening for depression is part of routine prenatal visits.
This Too Shall Pass won Best Short Animated Film for its honest depiction of the conflicting emotions that are often experienced by mothers as they battle exhaustion and overwhelm along with waves of love for their baby or child.
Weeks, months, even a year passed, and I did not feel like "me" again. In fact, by my daughter's first birthday, I didn't even know who "me" was. I knew who I used to be: a positive, cheerful, friendly gal who came alive when writing, being physically active, and spending time in nature.
I had my daughter a little over three months ago and weird stuff's still going on. Stuff all those people telling me, "Think you're tired now? Wait 'til the baby gets here!" forgot to fill me in on.
That afternoon I called a friend with three children, trying through hysterical tears to explain how unmoored I felt. I was
"Current screening policies rely on the opportunistic finding of PND cases using screening tools such as the Edinburgh Postnatal