Another mom

I ran into an old friend yesterday. She had her daughter with her and I commented that her daughter had turned 3 in December. She was surprised how I could remember that. I told the last time we saw each other was when her daughter had just been born and I was pregnant with Andrew. I remember her commenting on how hard and awful it was, just giving birth, having other children at home and recovering from a c-section. I was due to have my 3rd c-section. I remember being really happy and confident, but feeling a little sad for her. I wasn't sure why she was so negative. Back to yesterday, I told her how I had been hit with the PPD and she said she thinks she is still suffering. I was surprised and asked if she was serious. She commented that she still feels depressed.
My heart felt so sad for her. I wondered if she had the support that I had and assumed she isn't medicated. I continued to shop with Andrew filling my arms with birthday paraphernalia and trying to keep him from grabbing everything in sight. I checked out, with Andrew held with my legs since he continued to make his escape. I was smiling during my almost 3 year olds chaos. I smiled as we got into the car and continued to smile all the way home. I don't know about my friends experience with PPD, I wonder why am I ok, and she's not. I wonder if it has anything to do with her question as to what church I go to now. I wonder if it is because of all the tools I used while sick. I wonder if I should have tried to spend more time with her yesterday, I wonder if I should have been a better friend and, as my hubby says, use my experience to empathize with her instead of heading home. I don't think my meeting with her was just by chance, I think I will try and look her up and check on her now.