‘I can’t do the things I usually do. I have so many things I want to make but I feel so stymied. My mind is just so fixed on the baby. Even if I try to think of something else, a painting or whatever, I start to panic. I feel like I’m being selfish, neglecting him.’ Her face is caving in on itself as she struggles to get the last words out: ‘And I feel ashamed of some of the resentful things in my head.’
