Husband and I decided we would have another child. Deep down we both envisioned our family with having 2 children. My sentiment after having baby boy-“never again”, fades along with the memories that go with it. I don’t think we would continue to procreate if women didn’t forget the horror of childbirth.
We wanted to discuss pregnancy and mental health with the psychiatrist and the first thing he said was “most people are happy with just one child”. It was clear where his opinion lay on the issue of having another child. He gave a sombre speech on the risks of relapse. He stated there was a 50-60% chance of relapse, that my illness was in the severe category and that I had not seen a great deal of illness free period for the last 2.5-3 years. His recommendation was to postpone having a child for 18 months if I am at least stable during that time.
We thanked the psychiatrist for his views and decided “let’s try to have another one now”. We weren’t getting any younger and knowing how long it took for me to fall pregnant last time meant time was not on our side. We would see the private gynaecologist and start the journey of trying to conceive.
Psychologist and Patient 