For a little over a year, I suffered terribly with postpartum depression. My poor husband was stuck with a crazier-than-usual version of myself, and my dear son got to know life with a depressed and nearly useless mother.
I can’t yet bring myself to discuss the way ppd makes you feel, or not feel as may be the case. I can’t tell you all about the emotions, the exhaustion, the just not caring. But I will. Eventually.
Right now I feel the need to celebrate. A few weeks ago, I found out that I’m expecting again, and I was in tears. I was terrified that I would have ppd again. It seemed that I had just begun to get over it.
I had just a couple of weeks before begun to feel better. I wasn’t happy, but I didn’t hate every minute of the day and night. I actually slept past 4am several days in a row. Also, I had finally reached my goal weight and bought a few things to wear.
Then the news of another baby came when I wasn’t quite ready. I almost panicked. How could I do this to myself? To my son? To my patient but exhausted husband? I had finally found a small amount of relief and I just wanted to get better!
I was pregnant, Duh.
I don’t know if this is true for other women who have had postpartum depression, but at least for me, it’s not possible to be pregnant AND have ppd at the same time. The hormones are just different. So feeling better, feeling less depressed, did not come just before I got pregnant, but as soon as I got pregnant.
The shock began to wear off and over the next week I felt a bit better everyday. I have another baby to look forward to knowing. I have so much to look forward to. AND SO MUCH TO DO!
I didn’t plan this pregnancy. Thanks to the ppd, I even thought, for just a second, that I didn’t want to have another baby. Ever. But then I fell in love with my baby. I feared for her well-being. I worried about the beers I’d had the week before, and the acrylic nails I smelled at the spa and the seared tuna I’d made a while back. Just like a normal mom.
Just like a mom without ppd.
A few months back, I said that I would do anything to get over the depression. I thought about going to the doctor, even though I’m still breastfeeding, and I know that any medication would end up in my son’s food supply. I’m glad I didn’t, since none of those medications are safe during pregnancy.
Life is hard enough without being depressed and feeling like a crap mom. Now, thank God, I have a few months before the baby comes and at least that long without feeling depressed. I’m concentrating on bonding with my son by being a fun mommy and not a sad one.
Also, I have a ton of things to do! I really don’t have time to be depressed, and I’m so glad that I’m not. …for now.