Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I'm going to admit to something that moms aren't supposed to admit to other moms, let alone themselves. I don't fully remember my middle daughter as a baby. I remember her as a child older then 18 months, and I remember bits and pieces before that, mainly moments surrounded by specific events, but on a whole, it's sorta one big blur. I have valid reasons. My grandfather passed away and my son is only 12 months older then her (and has special needs). But the bigger issue is that I was suffering from Postpartum Depression. Many of you may be wondering why I decided to share something that you feel shouldn't be discussed, that it is private family stuff. Here is why. PPD stole memories. It kept me locked inside the shell of who I was, just going through the motions of the person I thought I was supposed to be. It kept me from bonding to my child the way I wanted to. It made me turn to alcohol when I went out with friends and was away from the kids. It made me question my value as a person, as a wife, and as a mom. It made me disappear. And if sharing my own struggle helps another mom, then I don't care who knows. Postpartum Depression is a real thing. Most of the time it is triggered by the hormonal changes that occur after a baby has been delivered. Sometimes it latches on to depression that was already there and takes a joy ride. It is really important that if you think you may be depressed, that you seek out help. And don't listen to any Dr that tells you your feelings just come with being a mom.
My PPD resolved around the time my middle daughter turned 18 months. And thankfully, I have many years of good solid memories with her, and many more to come. And for the times I have to work to remember, I treasure the photos.
For more information on Postpartum Depression, click here.