Getting Diagnosed With Postpartum Depression Was the Best Thing That Could Have Happened to Me

My little guy cried a lot — and it was due to a myriad of reasons. All of them were "normal" enough: acid reflux, constipation, being a baby. Logically, I knew that what he was doing was normal — he had no other way of communication — but every time that kid cried, I felt a pang of panic. And when he wasn't crying, I sat there in fear of his next outburst, because each one signified to me that I was failing.