When my first child was born, I suffered from Post Partum Depression. I had expected to welcome him joyfully into my life, but I was so depressed, I wasn’t able to do that. I cared for him like an automaton, bathing, dressing, feeding, and rocking him like all new mothers, but knew something was missing. I talked to my doctor, who told me sometimes new mothers get the blues. Fortunately, I never developed psychosis. I had excellent family support. By the time he was six months old, I was pretty much back to normal, and adored him, just as I’d expected to, but for years I felt guilty, feeling I had cheated him. When my second child came along, I was depressed again, but knew it would pass, so wasn’t worried. I feel for mothers in bad circumstances or with no support or access to medical care. It is easy to see that they could get lost. Thank God for modern medicine.