Every Mommy has a story. This is my opportunity to recognize these Moms and their experiences. In this post, I wanted to feature another mom suffering from Postpartum Depression and Anxiety. Both can look and feel differently for each mom. How we think and react can vary. Therefore, there is value in showing the experience from another mother’s point of view.
The first mother for the series is Dawn who has since recovered. She has valuable insight, and is willing to share how her experience and motherhood has changed her life. Hers is a story definitely worth telling.
My name is Dawn, I am 42 years old and I have a 14 month old daughter. She was born a week before our one year wedding anniversary. She was about 3 weeks early, and born via C Section due to being breech. Her delivery was uncomplicated and I healed quickly. I had a full-time, high-powered career in educational leadership, and had every intention of returning to work when she was 6 months old.
I have a history of mild anxiety, and have always been able to manage it without medication, seeing a therapist as needed. Until my PPA/PPD hit, I had not needed to see one in several years. I had no history of depression, but it does run in the family on my father’s side.
My symptoms started as mild baby blues. Suddenly, I was very anxious, and nervous to be alone even though I had cared for babies my entire life in one capacity or another. These feelings progressed to incredible, deep sadness and thoughts that I had ruined our lives by having a baby.
It was about 10 days postpartum that I started to have intrusive thoughts that hit me like a ton of bricks and brought me to my knees. I was having images flash through my brain of my daughter dying in many different ways, and I was scared to be alone with her. I was also incredibly sad. I could not stop crying, and the added stress of unsuccessful breastfeeding made me even sadder. I kept waiting for the blues to pass, but they didn’t.
I felt like I didn’t want our baby, and that I would give her back if I could. I was unable to connect with her. Even though I loved her, I felt like I wished she had never been born. I wanted to go back in time and undo the decision to get pregnant.
My Postpartum Anxiety was far worse than the Postpartum Depression. I was so anxious that I could not settle down. I lost the ability to eat, and food tasted like dirt. I had constant, intrusive thoughts about my daughter dying; I could not sleep no matter how hard I tried. About 3 weeks after being home, the vomiting started. Without warning, I would throw up or dry heave repeatedly. I could not keep food down and I had no appetite. I lost all of my pregnancy weight and then some in a mere 6 weeks.
I knew something was very wrong once the intrusive thoughts started. A friend had warned me about her experience, so I read a couple of articles and realized I had nearly every symptom. I told my mom and husband what was happening. My mom had me call my OBGYN, who suggested the Sharp support group, therapy, and offered medication. We discussed my options, decided I would try support group and therapy first, then medication if needed.
I went to a local support group and was met with kindness and empathy. I took the screening tool and was approached by the counselor afterwards about resources. By that time, I had also reached out to my former therapist, who referred me to Dr. Leslie Craig, a peri /postnatal psychiatrist.
Dr. Craig recommended that I immediately start medication. She was amazing and assured me that these feelings were temporary and that I would get better. Treatment included sleep medication so that I could rest and heal, anti-depressants and anxiety medication. Dr. Craig helped me explain what was happening to my spouse and my family, so that we could all develop a sleep plan that would allow me to use medication to fall and stay asleep for at least 6-8 hours. The medication doesn’t work nearly as well without sleep! By this time I had also quit nursing, as complications and continuous pumping were causing me a great deal of stress.
I actually left my home 4 nights a week to sleep at my parent’s home nearby, while my husband took nights with the baby. Twice a week, my mom would take the baby so I could sleep so my husband and I could rest together. I hated leaving her to go to sleep, but I knew I had to do everything I could to get better.
I was a tad slow responding to medication, so it took a number of visits to find the right dosage. I ended up on a high dose of medication and began feeling some relief of symptoms about 8 weeks out. I found further comfort through meditation, prayer and my faith in God. I was stable and considered in remission when Grace was about 6 months old.
The advice I have for moms is to seek help RIGHT AWAY. Don’t wait for things to get better on their own. You can’t do this alone, and its ok to admit that. You have the right to enjoy your baby; Being a mom is an AMAZING gift. Your brain will lie to you and tell you things like you’re not worth it, you don’t want your baby, you ruined your life, you are a terrible person, etc.
Be honest with your care providers so that they can help you. Include your spouse in your education and journey. It’s very hard on them too, and they need to be educated about how to support you, and they may also need their own support or counseling.
I want all moms to know that this illness is temporary and YOU WILL GET BETTER, I promise!!
My daughter is 14 months old, and I am almost completely tapered off of the medications I was taking. I am no longer in therapy, and I am completely healed. I could not love being a mommy more, or be more confident about our decision to have a child. I adore this sweet baby girl. I had a very busy, high powered career and I planned to return after 6 months off. Now I’m a full time stay at home mom and I love it. I hope to be home until she is 2 or 3, and then find full time work in my field.
My husband sought some counseling to support him through my journey and with his feelings afterwards, which was incredibly helpful. I was his “person” and I disappeared inside myself for about 6 months. He needed someone to talk with, and it couldn’t be me at that time. We are closer than ever having gone through something so serious so early in our marriage.
I couldn’t imagine my life without my daughter. I sometimes get sad about what I went through, and the memories I’ve lost due to being ill. But, I have photos and people around to remind me that I WAS there, I took care of her, and most of all, I loved her even when I was at my worst. I was stronger than I knew I could be, and I made it to the other side. You will too.