She would struggle to bounce out of bed, but again I put that down to her just being genuinely tired looking after a newborn, etc. And on reflection we talked about it, and she did say that the level... The pains in her chest or the weight of getting out of bed was really tough. And I would sometimes wake up in the morning, get up and get Christian or get, you know, get the kids sorted and it'd be like she'd still be lying in bed. I'd be like, "Come on, better get up, I've gotta go to work". One night I came home from work, she just said, "I've been to the doctor today and the doctor said I've got post-natal depression". I wasn't sure if I believed it, I wasn't sure 'cause I didn't know anything about it, so I actually was a little bit... Not sceptical, is the right word, but I was a little bit sort of, "Are you alright? What does it mean? What does it mean for you in the future?" And I probably went out of the gates like that a bit too quickly too, without sort of just being a bit more sympathetic to it, but 'cause I didn't know anything about it, I was kind of a little bit protective and... "What's that gonna mean for the kids? What's that gonna mean for you? Are you okay?" So, that was kind of a little bit of a shock. If I had been aware of what was this illness, my attitude... Probably, my whole way of interacting would have been far more sympathetic, empathetic, whatever the right word is, more caring and probably, loving and helping. I know if I look back, I knew there was something wrong, but I just didn't know, like I just wasn't aware. I knew there was something wrong between us, and maybe I thought it was between us, but in fact, it was something wrong with her and she was unwell. If a mate of mine came up to me and said, "What do I do?", I'd say, "Go and talk to someone, speak up, have a chat to someone about it, talk to her, go and talk to a doctor, just speak."