Wow...so many memories come back in bits and pieces. It was not a good time in my life.
I developed a bleeding ulcer when I was about five months pregnant, so I did not even try breastfeeding because of the medications I was taking. I got a bladder infection at nine months, and Miss KT's father refused to get out of bed and drive me to the hospital, so i drove myself about twenty miles, to the next town, at 3 am. I was working a 48+ hour week, on my feet (in retail), commuting over half an hour, and Miss KT was due Aug 6, right around her father's birthday. When we went out for dinner for his birthday, he told me that if I went into labor, he was finishing his dinner first.
Miss KT was 11 days late, and I had an emergency C-section. Though her father was there, he was not much comfort or support. I got out of the hospital three days later, and he went straight back to work, so it was just me. My mom was a teacher, and it was the first week of school, so she wasn't available to help me, and my in-laws...were very unhappy that Miss KT's father and I were not married at the time I gave birth.
Miss KT was colicky, and I wore her in a little carrier on my chest 24/7. Her pediatrician had no suggestions of things to try. My OB suggested a low iron formula. It worked. My C-section site got infected, and I had additional issues, and ended up staying home on maternity leave about 12 weeks instead of 8.
Looking back, I had post-natal depression, but nobody noticed, myself included. It was not a happy time, I made more money than Miss KT's father so I knew I had to go back to work, work was pressuring me to come back, I wasn't getting a lot of help or cooperation, and we were 300 miles away from family.
Not a lot of good in the experience.