I had my baby 6 weeks ago, it was a nightmare having him through an emergency c section but I would not change him for the world. Some people say that post natal depression can cause irrational behaviour and make you do things you would not normally do, however I know for a fact I did not have post natal depression I was just very ill after giving birth. My family mistook this for postnatal depression and decided to try and take over my apartment and look after my baby for me. One day I had enough of everyone sticking their noses in and not giving me the chance to bond with my baby I changed my number. I called my mobile phone provider and said I was getting harassed and had my number changed on the spot. I could not possibly deal with all the stress any longer, it was far to much for me to bear. Anyway I was having a nice stress free day with my baby, watching movies playing and generally bonding with my little prince, and I heard a loud banging on the door. By this time it was about 10pm. I knew his dad was coming over so I  thought it might have been him and then I heard my cousins voice at the door, she sounded pretty calm so I opened the door. As soon as I opened the door I knew that there was going to be a situation. She started screaming at me “Why have you changed your number??? what the hell do you think you are doing?” She burst her way into the apartment and continued her shouting and screaming. I told her that she should keep her voice down because the baby was sleeping, she told me she did not care and  that I had a cheek trying to cut off the family like that. She was going crazy, so I decided to call my dad and tell him what was going on she began fighting me for the phone in front of my son. By this time he was wide awake and crying, he was obviously in distress, she started emptying my bags out on the floor and throwing things. Then by the time I knew it some guy burst into the apartment, a friend of hers I assumed he grabbed me and pinned me to the floor. Holding me by the neck, I could feel my life slipping away, I couldn’t breathe. I was kicking and fighting but he was too strong for me, I could vaguely hear my son crying in the background and then nothing, black and emptiness. I must have passed out but because by the time I came round all I could hear was silence, and I could feel the cool breeze against my skin as the front door had been left open. My neck was aching and my stomach was killing me and managed to get myself up and looked around realising that the baby was gone!