Having and nurturing/nursing a baby is a heavenly thing. Some have calm and peaceful birth experiences. Some have exciting, loud, ecstatic birth experiences. Some have traumatic birth experiences. But in any of these cases, a new, valuable, vulnerable, and infinitely divine child has been birthed. And you are his mother. (Or hers)
What a beautiful responsibility! What a beautiful and loving job! What a wonderful and exhilarating experience this is and/or can be!!!
And then you go home from the hospital and the sun comes up at 7 am and goes down at 8 pm. And the whole rest of the world goes on living their every day lives, while you are wondering how you are going to transition this beautiful and special spirit from heaven to Earth. Midnight and early morning feedings are not what the rest of the world is doing. Training and loving young ones is not something the world is accustomed to teaching with preciseness or with instructions particular to your baby/situation.
Sometimes, it's as simple as trying to live in the same world you were used to AND take care of heaven's precious gifts and real human beings that are totally dependent on you - that brings you to a place of being depressed.
Can one live in the same world as "everybody else" or the one she has grown accustomed to and still be there for that sweet little baby? Anything is possible with God, but is that what God is asking of us? That is up to us to find out.
I have experienced this. If this is you as well, here are some scriptures and articles that may be of comfort or help to you.
Matthew 25:For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
Mothers Who Know - Julie B. Beck