I slept through my first labour. Eventually
a midwife woke me. ‘It’s time to push,’ she said, pointing to the machine that
was monitoring my baby. It showed contraction after contraction, spiking and
declining with mountainous patterns like the heart rate machines on medical
shows. Beside the machine was my husband, Steve’s, face, watching me closely,
complete with massive eye bags from worry and exhaustion; it appeared that
while I’d been sleeping he’d been on high alert. Taking one for the team, you
could say, which was only fair because apparently — I was about to push an entire
human through my hoo-ha.
With her career down the toilet,
a husband who was never home, a baby screaming non-stop and her cries for help
falling on deaf ears, Megan Blandford spent years saying, 'I’m fine'.
Spoiler alert (not really): she
wasn’t fine.
Megan sank into postnatal
depression and anxiety, with a highly negative inner voice leading the charge
in the battle for better mental health. Until Megan faced a life-changing
question: What if the enemy
inside isn’t the enemy after all?
I'm Fine (and other lies) is a touching true story of motherhood: the
challenges it presents, and the hope that can be found within it.
