My childbirth story is unfortunately the saddest I have known of.

I was 7 months pregnant with my first child when my husband and I separated albeit under the same roof and he experienced a deep depression which resulted in me suffering depression also, although I had hoped that the birth of our first child would somehow bring about a miracle recovery for us all.

My husband's parents had been pressuring him, or more likely "telling him", to name our child after my FIL. As I do not appreciate being dictated to, I refused. Yet nobody approached me about it, instead my inlaws chose to keep pressuring my husband, not caring about the effect it would have on us. They even think that our problems revolved around my refusal about the name, and were content in continuing their pursuit to "force" us to name our son after "HRH".

My husband still was not speaking to me by the time I went into labour and even after the birth of our son, he may as well not have been present. There is too much to tell, but the boiling point is that we gave our son a name (not that of my FIL) and my husband announced it to his parents (who were waiting in the visitors room). They did not take it well and even went so far as to approach my mother and ask her to speak to me to convince me otherwise!!! Due to the medications I had taken during the traumatic childbirth (which lasted 16 hours and ended with a forceps delivery) I agreed to speak to my husband and change the name to a variation of my FIL's name!!! Needless to say, I wasn't thinking straight.

Now everybody is overjoyed with the arrival of my beautiful son, however I am battling major depression and am obsessed with the name thing, as I feel robbed of the happiness that I deserved at the birth of my first child.

So now I intend to do the only thing that I think can save me, and us, and that is to change the name (our son's birth has not yet been registered, due to my inability to accept what happened I have not been able to bring myself to send off the form). No doubt this will have an impact on my relationship with my inlaws, however that relationship hardly seems worth it.

Any views on such drastic action?