(Oh dear, my husbands right – I should never tell jokes. I am not funny!)
When E was a bout 5 months it all fell apart…the furious paddling started taking over my public life and I could no longer keep my misery confined to our little flat. Eventually after one too many days walking E through Surrey while openly sobbing (and most likely making the nice respectable people of Thames Ditton rather uncomfortable!) I decided that perhaps (just maybe…) this wasn’t normal.
Anyway – the short story is I got help. I saw my health visitor who sent me to my GP who got me on some lovely little tablets called Sertraline. I owe quite a bit to the inventor of these little white pills. If anyone knows who he is I think a Christmas card would probably be in order, and maybe a nice scarf. You cant go wrong with a scarf :o)