We were in the hospital after Jonathan, our second son, was born. Our nurse was getting ready to discharge us to go home and introduce big brother Harrison to this littlest Lane. She was walking me through things to look for after I went home that would require medical attention.
“If you experience sadness lasting longer than two weeks, you’ll want to see your doctor.”
I felt a lump in my throat. “And what would that mean?” I asked.
“That’s a symptom of postpartum depression.”
I felt Nathan’s hand on my back in support, and my eyes welling up slightly. The realization two years after Harrison was born that confirmed my suspicions. That after Harrison was born, I suffered from postpartum depression.