Of course I pictured coming home with baby Finley, being a little tired, and slowly getting into my groove. Caring for a newborn seemed challenging, but I was up for it - and excited to get back into our normal routines. Unfortunately, not everything always goes as planned. That first evening home, I experienced my very first ever panic attack. Since I'd never had one in my life before, I didn't know what it was...I just knew that something was very wrong with me. My chest was very heavy, I was having trouble getting a breath. I could feel shots of adrenalin rushing through my arms and legs. I couldn't keep still, and I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. I woke up Brandon and told him that he had to take me to the doctors (and at that time of night, the E.R was all that was available) because something was seriously WRONG. Long story short, after being treated by an emergency room physician, I was diagnosed with Post-Partum Anxiety. Who knew that even existed? Certain...