I had a lockdown baby. My first baby. After the labour began to go wrong at home, I was admitted to hospital alone because of Covid restrictions.
My partner, Alex, and my mum had to leave me at the door, to walk in alone, with full blown contractions and a dangerous heart rate.
Things happened fast, and all of a sudden there was a team of surgeons in the room. I lost a litre of blood. My baby was small, at full term, and had to stay in the ICU.
I couldn’t see her and my family couldn’t see me. My Mum said she felt “literally traumatised” sending me in alone and Alex sent me a handwritten letter, which I’ve kept, telling me how brave I was.In retrospect, it’s no great surprise that I developed postpartum depression, but it wasn’t until a.
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