My inner hippie chick was released as soon as my pregnancy was confirmed. I made the decision early on to try breastfeeding, although the idea admittedly freaked me out a little. However, when Jackson was born, breastfeeding didn’t come naturally for either of us. I remember the first time I tried to nurse him, three hours after he was born. I couldn’t get him to latch correctly, and we both ended up crying and frustrated. I had my first new mom doubts about the decision I’d made.

But I’m a bulldog momma. Once I make up my mind about what I feel is best for my child, I rarely change my mind. I’d had pregnant daydreams of rocking Jackson in the glider, and nursing him gently to sleep. So I let myself be guided by instinct and I buzzed a nurse to schedule a visit with the hospital’s certified lactation consultant.

This was, hands down, the best parenting decision I’ve made to date.

The first time he successfully latched on, as the lactation consultant guided us, tears of joy sprang to my eyes and I knew I’d made the right decision not to give up during those first few frustrating days.

Moments after our first nursing session.

Moments after our first nursing session.

Months later, I was making breastmilk smoothies and pumping at work like a pro! The early days of tribulation had become a fading memory, thanks in part to the support team I’d assembled: the lactation consultant I met in the hospital and called as needed, my local La Leche League, the hospital’s in-person breastfeeding support group, a Facebook group of local breastfeeding moms, and a few coworkers who were also pumping in the office. With advice and support from these women, Jackson breastfed for 33 months.

Milk drunk!

Milk drunk!

Breastfeeding him helped us both in so many ways, in addition to giving him the best nutrition possible. Jackson was a high-needs baby, and nursing soothed and comforted him when nothing else could. As a mother who suffered from postpartum depression and anxiety, I, too, was comforted, as breastfeeding provided me with a few quiet and calm moments every few hours, when we would stop whatever we were doing and simply enjoy some skin-to-skin contact alone together. Further, once I got the hang of it, breastfeeding boosted my confidence—which, as a new mom, I desperately needed!

This post is part of BlogHer’s My ‘I’m a Mom Moment’ editorial series, made possible by Seventh Generation.

Happy Mother’s Day!

It’s an extra special Mother’s Day for me this year because I’m part of something very meaningful to me and many others–the fifth annual Mother’s Day Rally for Moms’ Mental Health, hosted by Postpartum Progress–the world’s most widely read blog on postpartum depression (PPD) and all other mental illnesses related to pregnancy and childbirth.

The Rally is a 24-hour event that features 24 letters (one posted each hour) from survivors of PPD, postpartum anxiety (PPA), postpartum OCD, depression after weaning and/or postpartum psychosis. Their purpose is to inform and encourage pregnant and new moms who may be struggling with their emotional health. In Katherine Stone’s (of Postpartum Progress) words, the rally is a “massive dose of love, understanding and wisdom from lots of moms who’ve had postpartum depression and anxiety and the like.”

You’ll find me over there tonight. My post goes live at 8:00 pm (Eastern). It’s a post I wrote last year, but did not publish here, about my personal experience with PPD and PPA after Jax was born. It was difficult to write and required courage and strength to share. This holds true for the other 23 letters, too, so your support and words of encouragement over at Postpartum Progress are greatly appreciated.

If you’re active on Twitter, you can join the conversation by following and using the hashtag for the rally, which is #momsdayrally.

Here is the posting schedule:
Midnight – Welcome message and Sarah Pinnix, Real Life
1am – Lauren Hale, My Postpartum Voice
2am – Miranda Wicker, Not Super Just Mom
3am – Ana Clare Rouds
4am – Arja Lytle, Balance Body & Soul
5am – Yael Saar, PPD to Joy
6am – Cristi Comes, Motherhood Unadorned
7am – Robin Farr, Farewell Stranger
8am – Jen Hajer, The Martha Project
9am – Lori Bollinger, I Can Grow People
10am – JD Bailey, Honest Mom
11am – Abby Berner
noon – Andrea Scher, Superhero Life
1pm – Lori Garcia, Mommyfriend
2pm – Jane Roper, JaneRoper.com
3pm – Katie L., Overflowing Brain
4pm – Jenna Rosener, Blogged Bliss
5pm – Ninotchka Beavers, Twice Blessed
6pm – Alison Parson, Ms. Moody Mommy
7pm – Jessica Cohen, Found the Marbles
8pm – ME! :)
9pm – Kristen Chase, Motherhood Uncensored
10pm – Amber Koter-Puline, Beyond Postpartum
11pm – Jennifer Marshall, Bipolar Mom Life
I am deeply honored to be included in this event and look forward to reading every letter. May is Maternal Mental Health Month, and I can’t think of a better way to spread awareness than this rally. Click the image below to join us!
Mother's Day Rally

When I was pregnant in 2008-2009, during one of my OBGYN visits, my provider asked my husband and me whether we were interested in cord blood banking. Being interested in science and healthcare, of course we were very interested, especially given the health status of some of our family members and the uncertainty of the future of anyone’s health. However, we had just bought a house months earlier and found ourselves in a tanking economy, complete with my husband’s job loss and my impending reduced paycheck during a 12-week maternity leave. Can you say scary?? There were moments in my pregnancy when I didn’t think I could afford to have a baby, let alone bank his cord blood.

It isn’t cheap, but it’s something we should have invested in. Looking back, I now wish I’d thrown the expense on my credit card. It would have been paid off by now, and I wouldn’t have this regret in my gut.

Through cord blood banking, you can collect and preserve potentially lifesaving stem cells, and doing so could one day save the life of your child or a blood relative. You can bank even more stem cells by collecting them from two usable sources of stem cell-rich blood: the umbilical cord and the placenta. This service is called Placental and Cord Blood Banking, and it’s available only from LifebankUSA.

The ability of stem cells to save lives via cord blood banking has proven successful for replacing abnormal or diseased cells, and treating life-threatening blood disorders such as leukemia, lymphoma, and myeloma.  In fact, since 1988 stem cell transplants have been used to treat some 80 diseases.

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Like I said, I regret that we did not think more about how we could have banked Jackson’s cord blood and placenta tissue. Every parent, I’m sure, has his or her regrets when it comes to the birth of their firstborn. This is one of my biggies.

So if you are pregnant or thinking about having children eventually, I hope you’ll visit LifeBankUSA’s website and learn more. Throw it on a credit card if you must. It’s that important.

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Thanks for reading! Good luck in the contest!

Disclosure: This is a sponsored post, but all opinions–and regrets–are completely my own. Please check out LifeBankUSA. :)

Ever feel like every female you know is pregnant? Like it’s some kind of conspiracy to get you to have another kid (or your first, if you haven’t joined the parenting club yet)?

That’s my life right now.

My husband and I decided long, long ago that we wanted only one child. I won’t list all the reasons for our decision here, to avoid a debate I really don’t need right now (because it would only confuse the situation even further), but I still think many of them were damn good reasons. Especially the one about not having a big enough house for a fourth person—fifth if you count my dog as a person (as well you should, considering his personality). And the one about not being able to afford two kids in daycare simultaneously is another biggie.

However…

Now that I have one child and know his adorable personality—in particular, how much he loves babies and how well he cares for them when he’s with them at daycare—I’m starting to reconsider the decision  (maybe). Well, for that reason and because everyone around me is pregnant or “trying.” Do they know something I don’t know??? (Or are they just braver and/or wealthier?)

I hate like hell to admit that I felt my very first pang of jealousy last week upon hearing pregnancy news from a friend. And then a second pang the other day when catching up on blog reading and hearing of some bloggy friends’ news. And a third pang on Monday when another friend announced her second pregnancy. And let’s not exclude pregnant family members!

What. The. Frick.

I didn’t see those damn pangs coming.

This will pass, right?

 

According to Postpartum Support International, the following are risk factors for postpartum depression (PPD):

  • A personal or family history of depression, anxiety, or postpartum depression
  • Premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD or PMS)
  • Inadequate support in caring for the baby
  • Financial stress
  • Marital stress
  • Complications in pregnancy, birth or breastfeeding
  • A major recent life event: loss, house move, job loss
  • Mothers of multiples
  • Mothers whose infants are in Neonatal Intensive Care (NICU)
  • Mothers who’ve gone through infertility treatments
  • Women with a thyroid imbalance
  • Women with any form of diabetes (type 1, type 2 or gestational)

Those I’ve bolded are the ones I realize now, in retrospect, I definitely had. While I was pregnant, I thought about PPD often. I thought I knew the signs. I even coached my husband and my mother in what to look out for. I thought I went into pregnancy prepared, knowing my history of anxiety and depression, as well as my family’s history of both, and my history of severe PMS.

Boy was I wrong!

I thought so much about my history that I didn’t think about my present: For starters, my husband had been laid off from his job of 10 years a month after we found out about our pregnancy, and just after the holidays. We were terrified. I cried so hard the night I heard the news that I think I terrified everyone around me. I even scared myself into thinking I would lose the baby if I didn’t calm down somehow. The sheer panic about the worsening economy (in late 2008) and all the unknowns about the cost of raising a child threw my anxiety into overdrive. I will never forget that night. I count it among the worst I’ve ever had.

Then I got a pay cut a month later. Oy. We all know how money can affect a marriage. Add to that stress the hormonal shifts common in early pregnancy.

So far, we’re up to 5 of the risk factors listed above: history of depression, severe PMS/PMDD, financial stress, marital stress, and the loss of a job. But wait! There’s more!

The pregnancy itself was a joy. I loved almost every minute of it. But the birth? Not so much. If you want to read about it, go here. I don’t even want to write about it again. The gist: I had a long labor & then a c-section I am still unconvinced was necessary. It was the most terrifying experience of my entire life so far. I wonder if I had some posttraumatic stress from it. It wouldn’t shock me.

Make that 6 risk factors: complications in birth.

Yet somehow it still didn’t click with me that I had postpartum depression and postpartum anxiety until 3 or 4 months after my son was born, when I started cognitive behavioral therapy at the Postpartum Stress Center, which was founded by Karen Kleiman. If you don’t know who she is and you have (or know someone who has) PPD, please learn about her & all she has done for moms with perinatal mood disorders like PPD.

I started therapy because I was too anxious to end my maternity leave and place my son in someone else’s care. I was paralyzed with fear that something awful would happen to him if I went back to work. Without help, I couldn’t return to work. But with my husband working only 2 days per week at that time, staying home wasn’t an option for me. Not having that choice, or the time that my husband got to spend with my son while I worked, made me angry & resentful. I was also afraid my return to work would mean the end of breastfeeding, which was the one thing I felt like I was doing right (it didn’t, by the way).

It was in therapy that I realized that the anger, anxiety, fears, resentment, and sadness I felt every day weren’t just normal “baby blues.”

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. In hindsight, I probably should have started therapy right after my traumatic c-section. If there is ever a next time, I will be armed with knowledge, my therapist, and my real-life support network months before the baby comes.