The first three days were bliss. Didn't sleep much, pumping and visiting our daughter every 3 hours in the NICU... But we were so deep in love, so connected. We even screwed around in the hospital post parting room(just pleasure for him). Then Friday after the birth I had my first melt down. I had set an alarm for middle of the night to pump and go to the NICU to visit little one and we had slept right through it and woke to sunlight and the morning blood work rounds. I lost my mind, uncontrollably crying, thought I had ruined my milk supply because I'd gone too long with out pumping, thought I was a terrible mother because I'd missed a window to go see her. She was alone in the NICU in a box and her mommy wasn't there for her. The rounds nurse went and got literally a legion of nurses and the lactation consultant and with the help of my hubby, they were able to get me through my panic attack. For the first few weeks it was mainly just exhaustion. Two weeks after her birth, my husband left for 10weeks with the Army with no contact home. About a month after birth is when my fatigue and general frustrations began to become more of a dark cloud that followed me and this anxiety welling up in me that even during good times never fully went away. It was like walking on egg shells in my own mind. I refused help, I was ashamed that I might need it, which was dumb. I didn't want to be on medication. When my hubby came home, things got better at first and then much worse. I began seeing a psychiatrist and she suggested therapy and medication. I knew medication while breastfeeding was something I was very against and opted for therapy, it really really helped me. Now 13 months later I feel like I have a handle on things and the postpartum issues have passed. My advice is to take your problems, fears, worries, seriously. Be open about them early on to your doctor, get the necessary help you need, don't let anyone or yourself shame you for going through some tough feelings.