Here are my favorite posts (and some of yours, too) about my favorite topics.
There were many factors leading to my recovery from PPD. First, I started to write letters to Jax in a notebook, focusing on the positives and not writing down any of the negatives (like the day he cried for 7 hours). I am grateful I wrote nearly every day for two reasons…
During my pregnancy, which was pretty easy even with all the Braxton Hicks contractions in the second and third trimesters, I barely paid attention to anything I read or saw or heard about c-sections. I was pretty sure none of that info would apply to me. How naive! This post is the closest I’ve gotten to writing my son’s birth story.
I guess I had assumed that recovery meant I was done crying and being angry. But really it just means that now I am crying and feeling angry for other women.
Moral of the story: Know your risk. And seek sources of help even before you need them, even if you don’t think you will ever need them.
I polled some of my friends to ask them what their loved ones say to them that helps them in the middle of an anxiety attack.
Reason 1: There’s alcohol, and lots of it. At any given time, there is an open bottle of wine stashed in my fridge, ready for the hard nights. Granted, in my twenties it was beer. Wine was for old people only.
Going to therapy for postpartum depression and anxiety began as a painful experience but morphed into an experience similar to having coffee with a girlfriend. A girlfriend who gives amazing advice! And then I quit.
I stepped outside my comfort zone in August 2012 and attended my first rock-star blogging conference–BlogHer ’12. And all weekend, I kept hearing a pesky voice in my head telling me I was doing it all wrong!
In our home, hanging on our refrigerator, we have a how to guide for the Heimlich Maneuver that I tore from a magazine. It is complete with colorful illustrations for each step. If you can’t find something like that, a quick list such as this one…will do.
Jax is turning 2 in a few weeks. I never ever thought we’d still be nursing at this point, but here we are and I don’t mind. Much. I admit that I can feel myself becoming more ready to stop every day. I love nursing him, really I do, and I know how sad I will be when this is over. But there are many days I feel touched out, especially when it’s 100 degrees outside and 80 in my house.
When my period finally did return in April, all hell broke loose. Actually, that happened about 2 weeks prior. For half of April, I pretty much hated (with a capital H) everybody except Jax. I took many, MANY bubble baths to escape into my own lovely scented little world. Thank goodness for locked bathroom doors.
I’ve had 20 months of experience with sleep deprivation, and I have some things to share about it. I’ve received vast amounts of helpful and nonhelpful advice from everyone imaginable, from family and friends to total strangers who sympathize with this tired mom with bags under her eyes. Here is my list of the best, and worst, of it…
I came to my senses and remembered how much I’m enjoying blogging about being a mom and how it has helped me get past PPD and a lot of other negativity/baggage. And I also remembered all of the compliments I’ve received from friends, family, and total strangers who are enjoying reading my posts. So I’m gonna truck on.
For a doctor to try to talk me out of breastfeeding because she thinks breastmilk doesn’t contain any fat? (Um, hello?? I’ve read it contains up to 40% fat. It is made to provide exactly what your baby needs.) What? The? Frick?
Why am I not beaming from ear to ear today? Beats me. Since I can’t figure out my bad mood, I think I’ll focus my energy instead on how to overcome it before I see the kid and husband. Here’s my gameplan/advice to fellow moody people…
I’ve been thinking a lot about what would have been helpful to me when I was a new mom, struggling with postpartum depression & anxiety. As I made a mental wish list, it dawned on me that many of the ways friends and family can help a new mom with PPD would likely be considered helpful by any new mom–whether experiencing depression or not!
For 25 years, I’ve been writing. Here is my very first blog post from September 2010 when this blog launched. Yikes.