Two weeks ago I had to go back on the happy pills. Something about this recurring fantasy I have about beating my husband for getting me into this mess (which I did, while he was holding the baby. Oh, in front of Henry, too) and then getting in my car and driving up I-35 until I can’t drive anymore (which I haven’t done yet) didn’t jive with the doctor.
I know from my experiences with Henry and my subsequent training as a parent educator and doula that this is a phase, that it is hormonal and will pass. But it is scary when you are in the thick of it. I hope the meds start working soon.