Two months ago, I gave birth to the most beautiful little baby girl I have ever seen.  Before this, I had no idea what postpartum depression really was and I have struggled for the past month, thinking I was a bad mom because I was not happy all the time.

My husband was very supportive and he did everything to try and make me feel better.  Every evening, he would take the baby and spend time with her so that I could do something by myself and for myself.  Even for something as simple, as taking a bath or going for a short walk.

One day, he brought home a pair of theatre tickets.  I thought the gesture was great but I started crying as I knew I was not ready to leave her with anyone but her dad or myself.  He told me that the tickets were for me and a friend and that he would be keeping the baby for the evening.  What a great guy.