My experience may have just been mania, I'm not sure, but it was definetly related to postpartum. When my baby was just a month old, I fully intended to try to climb the walls and ceiling with knives ( logical, I know). I wanted to jump from the top to the bottom of the steps because I believed I would soar down them (after a csection mind you). Thank goodness i didn't do these things because I was still worried about what my hubs would think. I believed my children were foreigners to me ( especially my baby). My pdoc didn't want me alone with my kids. Unfortunately, this landed me in the hospital with serious postpartum depression when my baby was only 8 weeks old.