Adam didn’t know much about postnatal depression until his wife went from being a gregarious extrovert to unable to get out of bed.
Adam Bishop and his wife, Bec, had not considered being faced with postnatal depression when they prepared for the birth of their first child.
Then baby Louis arrived a month early.
“I remember after Louis was born and we were in the hospital, there was a poster on the wall saying that one in seven women will experience postnatal depression,” Adam told Mamamia.
“And Bec’s comment was, ‘Those poor people, how sad’. Six weeks later, that was us.”
He said Louis’ early arrival meant he was unable to breastfeed. “So we ended up having this torturous cycle of sleep deprivation and fatigue associated with that, because Bec would be expressing milk and Louis seemed to want to wake every couple of hours.
“And six weeks after he was born, Bec was out by herself with Louis, walking in the park, and she found herself all of a sudden frozen, unable to move and lying on the ground,” Adam said.
“It was a pretty harrowing experience for her and led to an eventual diagnosis of postnatal depression (in Bec’s case, related to severe anxiety).”
He said the paralysing condition was confusing for the new parents, and placed a great deal of strain on their family, relationships and work commitments.
“Bec went from being a fiercely independent, extroverted person to someone who required my 24-hour care and that of her family, as well,” the 33-year-old father said.
“There were times when she couldn’t get out of bed until 4pm. That’s the way it was, it wasn’t her fault, but it was a challenge when you’re a new family and a new father and you’re expected to go to work to make some money to support the family.
“The fact that one half of the partnership just physically can’t function in the same way that you would normally expect, the burden of all those things falls elsewhere and there is so much to do.”
Adam said his role as CEO of Athletics SA was a fairly demanding one and trying to juggle his home and work commitments became difficult and had an impact on his relationship with colleagues.
“Unfortunately, that situation meant I had to do a lot of work from home,” he said. “I was working at 2 o’clock in the morning, when everyone was asleep, just trying to catch up on work.
“Work didn’t understand – it’s nothing against the individuals there, it’s just a lack of awareness. I just thought had I not been through this situation, I would not have an understanding of what’s going on.”
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It can be a horrifying experience something I would never have understood until I had post natal psychosis following the birth of twins. I still shake if I talk about it. It was something I believe I had to go through perhaps it would have been better if it wasn't so severe but it was life changing. I felt like I had a complete breakdown and had to completely rebuild my self. Life is better than ever I still feel occasional anxiety which in hindsight I probably had most of my life but I have learnt to manage it. I have learnt to say no and have to know my limitations. I needed medication for about nine months something I initially didn't want to take but it was a medical emergency I needed it and a private parent infant unit made a massive difference. I found a very different experience with the public system initially as we were in country fortunately I got to the city. Ultimately I had to pull my self through it and take each day at a time. I could only save my self and not let anyone pull me down I had to get through it I wanted to see my children grow up. There is life after post natal illness and it can be a better one.
I also suffered from severe post natal depression/anxiety which was incredibly scary at the time. I was so fortunate to spend 6 weeks at the Northpark Mother Baby Unit where I received care, understanding, counseling and reassurance that I wasn't losing my mind. Friends who came to see me at the start of my stay said I was almost catatonic and were so shocked at how deeply disturbed I had become. My mind was so overwhelmed with the huge expectations that I had put in myself that it literally shut down and I struggled to complete daily tasks. I had no motivation or desire to even eat, shower or talk let alone look after my newborn. Add to that a Caesar and trouble breastfeeding, I convinced myself that I was a complete failure. I was caught up in an imaginary bubble in which I thought my life should look like a johnsons and johnsons add and when it didn't - I felt like I was the only one who doubted themselves continually.
I was too ashamed to ask for help or admit that I felt like having a child was a complete mistake. Don't get me wrong, I loved my children but I felt like they deserved a mother who could cope.
Horrible, horrible time