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Postnatal Depression

Aisling Longworth

Poetry
She stares down at the little bundle,
Sleeping,
At last,
For once.

The cradle squeaks.
It reminds her of the metallic clunk,
Of two steel rods ripping and pulling.
Afterwards they lay the dripping squealing writhing mass on her abdomen.
She forced a smile,
At the time.

The shame,
The inexplicable guilt,
The lack of love,
An empty cold maternal heart.

She sighed.
Then coughed.
A sea of yellow rain flooded the floor.
It all made sense now,
She was perfect before.

During my primary care placement I was particularly touched by the case of a woman who had developed urinary incontinence shortly after giving birth to her first born. It left her unable to leave the house through fear of embarrassment and dehydrating herself to the point of severe constipation in order to avoid leaking urine. I felt this was a particularly emotive case because the birth of a first child is supposed to be a happy and joyful one. Instead, this lady hid herself away and looked upon this child as a reason for her new found sorrow. The GP was concerned about post-natal depression and mother-child bonding. The piece of art shows a young woman with a darkened bundle in her arms representing the baby. The poem explains the nature of the forceps delivery and her negative feelings.
Whole Person Care, Year Four, 2010