What happens when a mother says she isn’t okay, but nobody’s listening? That’s the situation Sydney mother, Robin, faced after the birth of her twin boys but no matter where she turned, her desperate cries for help went unanswered. Confessions of a Mad Mooer is told with warmth, humour, and unflinching honesty. A must read for anyone who has been touched by post natal depression.
What happens when a mother says she isn’t okay, and nobody’s listening? That’s the situation Robin faced after the birth of her identical twins boys. She already had a needy toddler and a husband who worked long hours, but no matter where she turned, her desperate cries for help went unanswered. It wasn’t until her newborn twins ended up in hospital with bronchiolitis that the medical staff realised it was Robin who needed the most care.
The hospital diagnosed her with postnatal depression, and sent her and the boys to a psychiatric hospital. Inside the Mothers and Baby unit Robin finally found her confidence, not only as a parent, but also as a writer and a worthy person in her own right. Her periods returned, too, but she didn’t consider that as much of a blessing. Confessions of a Mad Mooer is her story, told with warmth, humour, and unflinching honesty.
Words of Praise for Confessions of a Mad Mooer:
“Ugh, do I have to read it? Do I make you read my work stuff?” – My husband (Still hasn’t read it.)
“That’s nice that you wrote a book. Have you seen the new app I downloaded for choir?” – My mother (It really wasn’t that impressive.)
“Fanwah. I love that word. I’m going to use it all the time. Did you make it up?” – My friend Helen. (No. Robin did make up that particular word for the vagingo. Her friend Tash did.)