An Analysis Of Phrases Moms Use to Warn Their Kids

motherhoodWe don’t spend a lot of time being funny on this blog, for obvious reasons.  It’s hard to laugh when you’re in the midst of the despair of postpartum depression.  But during this holiday season, which can heap even more stress on the already-stressed, I thought I’d give it a try.

Earlier this year, I did an analysis of the most important and oft-used tools in any mom’s arsenal: the warning phrase.

Don’t act like you don’t have one, because I know you do.

I have two. I call them my shot-across-the-bow phrases. They are what I say when my kids are getting on my nerves and I want them to know that if they keep it up, there will be trouble. Or, at least I want them to think if they keep it up, there will be trouble, even though sometimes I’m really not all that committed to carrying through, truth be told.

My first shot-across-the-bow phrase is “Don’t peeve me.” I can’t begin to count how many times I’ve said it. I use this one when I need them to go amuse themselves, or they start doing something they know annoys me. Sometimes I add the word “child” to make it slightly more ominous, as in “Don’t peeve me, child.”

Another one of my favorites is “Don’t make me beat you.” It’s a solid step up from “Don’t peeve me.” I warn them that if they are bad, I will beat them senseless with my Senseless Beating Stick. The Senseless Beating Stick is famous in my house, and has an aura of mystery as it’s never been seen before. The kids are beginning to wonder if it even exists. I’ve explained to them that, if they’re lucky, they’ll never have to find out.

I asked a few other moms to share their fave warning phrases with me, and, when they did, I was surprised at how much each saying made me want to chuckle.

“You’re on the edge, mister.”

“Watch it, young lady.”

“Do I need to put you to bed early?”

I can picture the mom screwing up her face, brows knitted, arms akimbo, delivering her message with the utmost in HUMORLESS VOICE. Warning phrases are serious business.

As it turns out, I found through my very serious investigative research that they also seem to fall neatly into categories.

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Notes on Today's Press Conference Celebrating MOTHER'S Act Passage

It's 3pm. I'm sitting at Reagan National Airport. And suddenly I'm really, really hot. Like burning up. I think now that I can finally sit down it is hitting me what an important day this was. I can't believe I got to stand up at the front of that press conference and speak alongside Carol Blocker, who experienced the ultimate sacrifice of losing her precious daughter to postpartum psychosis.

I have yet to eat anything other than a piece of delish cake provided by the gracious team at Senator Menendez' office in celebration of today's event and the passage of the MOTHERS Act, and I only have 30 minutes before my plane boards to head home, so I'm going to have to write more tomorrow so I can go grab a bite.

Suffice it to say today was a very important step. It provided official validation. We exist. These illnesses exist, in great numbers actually.This nation's officials are recognizing that. That means more than I even realized until I was standing there in full view of the U.S. Capitol with the trees swaying in theblustery wind and a photo of Melanie Blocker Stokes in my hands.

We have more to do, but today was a great step forward for all of those people who have labored so long to get to this point and for the mothers who have yet to experience perinatal mood or anxiety disorders.

Maybe Melanie was making the breeze blow to say thank you for remembering me.

2nd Annual Mother's Day Rally for Moms' Mental Health This Sunday!

Below is thenews release for the 2010 Mother's Day Rally for Moms' Mental Health, happening this Sunday and featuring all new letter writers this year.(Also, here's a link to last year's event, which featured such bloggers as Catherine Connors from Her Bad Mother, Rita Arens from BlogHer and Surrender, Dorothy and Therese Borchard from Beyond Blue.) Can't wait!!

To join in, just show up here on Sunday and read all the wonderful letters about the importance of maternal mental health. And, if you're new here,welcome to Postpartum Progress!!

2nd ANNUAL MOTHER’S DAY ONLINE RALLY FOR MOMS’ MENTAL HEALTH TO FEATURE

TOP MOMMY BLOGGERS & AUTHORS

May 4, 2010 – This Mother’s Day, the 2nd annual Mother’s Day Rally for Moms’ Mental Health will be held online, featuring 24 open letters to new mothers on the importance of maternal mental health. On May 9th, Postpartum Progress will post a different “Letter to New Moms” each hour on the hour for 24 hours straight, each letter offering personal stories, humor, experience or tips on the important of mental health during pregnancy and postpartum. All of the letters will be written by survivors of and experts on postpartum depression, postpartum anxiety and postpartum psychosis, as well as others who care about the emotional well-being of moms and moms-to-be. Postpartum Progress is the most widely-read blog in the United States on postpartum depression.

Participants in the 2010 Mother’s Day Rally for Moms’ Mental Health include:

· Melinda Roberts, author of the blog The Mommy Blog, named one of the Top 50 Mommy Blogs by Babble.com, a regular panelist at Momversation.com and author of the book “Mommy Confidential: Adventures from the Wonderbelly of Motherhood

· Ann Douglas, author of “The Mother of All Parenting Books” and “The Mother of All Baby Books: The Ultimate Guide to Your Baby’s First Year” among many others

· Allison McDonald, author of the blog No Time for Flashcards

· Casey Mullins, author of the blog Moosh in Indy

· Marlene Freeman, MD, psychiatrist at Massachusetts General Hospital’s Center for Women’s Mental Health and vice-editor-in-chief of the Journal of Clinical Psychiatry

· “Blair”, author of the blog Heir to Blair

Postpartum Progress, founded in 2004, is the most comprehensive peer resource available for pregnant and new mothers suffering from perinatal mood and anxiety disorders. It has been ranked as one of the top 10 mental health blogs on the internet by PsychCentral.com and Blogs.com and has been featured on Mamapedia, BlogHer, PBS’ This Emotional Life and Health.com among others.

Full Participant List:

  1. Melinda Roberts, author of the blog The Mommy Blog, named one of the top 50 mommy blogs by Babble.com, a regular contributor to Momversation.com and author of the book “Mommy Confidential: Adventures from the Wonderbelly of Motherhood”
  2. Meagan Francis, author of the blog The Happiest Mom
  3. Casey Mullins, author of the blog Moosh in Indy
  4. Blair, author of the blog Heir to Blair, an editor’s pick at thebump.com
  5. Sarah Visbeek, author of the blog In the Trenches of Mommyhood
  6. Allison McDonald, author of the blog No Time for Flashcards and contributor to FamilyEducation.com
  7. Ann Douglas, author of “The Mother of All Parenting Books” and “The Mother of All Baby Books”
  8. Victoria Mason, author of the blog The Mummy Chronicles
  9. Suzanne, author of the blog Pretty Swell
  10. Sera, author of the blog Laughing Through the Chaos
  11. Tamra, author of the blog Surprisingly Sane
  12. Julie Hersh, author of the book Struck by Living: From Depression to Hope
  13. Jessica Zucker, PhD, psychologist and contributor to PBS’ This Emotional Life
  14. Marlene Freeman, MD, Massachusetts General Hospital Center for Women’s Mental Health
  15. Meeka Centimano, LCSW, social worker and founder of Postpartum Resource Center of Kansas
  16. Teresa Twomey, author of Understanding Postpartum Psychosis: A Temporary Madness
  17. Alison Palmer, RN, Elliot Hospital Postpartum Emotional Support Program (NH)
  18. Adrienne Griffin, founder of Postpartum Support of Virginia
  19. Alexis, author of the blog Depressions and Confessions
  20. Amber Koter, author of the blog Beyond Postpartum
  21. Ninotchka Beavers, author of the blog Cease Cows, Life is Short!
  22. Amy Gagliardi, MD
  23. Katherine Stone, author of the blog Postpartum Progress, guest editor on postpartum depression for BlogHer.com

Annual Mother's Day Rally

The Postpartum Progress Annual Mother’s Day Rally for Mom’s Mental Health was started in 2009. It is a 24-hour celebration of the importance of emotional health for new mothers. Each year on Mother’s Day I post one letter each hour for 24 hours straight. These letters to new mothers are written by survivors of and expertson perinatal mood and anxiety disorders, as well as by others who care about the mental health of moms. Many arenationally-recognized, award-winningfemale bloggers and parenting authors. This event is always an inspiration and source of encouragement and hope to current sufferers and survivors alike, and is another service of our nonprofit, Postpartum Progress Inc.

You can get some encouragement any day of the year by clicking the links below to read any of the Mother’s Day Rally letters!

2011 Rally Team:

My intro (video)

Kimberly, All Work & No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something

Maria Lianos-Carbone, AMotherWorld

Jacqueline Green, Great Parenting Practices

Joey Fortman, Real Moms Media

Sonia Murdock, Postpartum Resource Center of New York

Emily Elling, DesignHerMomma

Molly Balint, Mommycoddle

Kate Kripke

Molly Shalz, A Day in Mollywood

Morra Aarons-Mele, Women and Work

Susan Petcher, Learned Happiness

Sharon DeVellis, The Yummy Mummy Club

Heather King, The Extraordinary Ordinary

Nish Weiseth, The Outdoor Wife & A Deeper Story

Rebecca Odes, The New Mom Blog & Babble

Grace Parson, Our Arms Wide Open

Becky Harks, Mommy Wants Vodka & Band Back Together

Katie Sluiter, Sluiter Nation

Kristen Howerton, Rage Against the Minivan

Katherine Stone, Postpartum Progress

Morgan Shanahan, The 818

Janice Croze, 5 Minutes for Mom

Arianne Segerman, To Think Is to Create

2010 Rally Team:

My introduction (with video)

Amy Gagliardi, Lily’s Kids Inc.

Sera, Laughing Through The Chaos

Meeka Centiman, LCSW, Postpartum Resource Center of Kansas

Julie Hersh, Struck by Living

Teresa Twomey, PSI Connecticut

Ann Douglas, author of “The Mother of All” series of parenting books

Adrienne Griffen, Postpartum Support Virginia

Victoria Mason, The Mummy Chronicles

Meagan Francis, The Happiest Mom

Alison Palmer, Elliot Hospital

Allison McDonald, No Time for Flash Cards

Sarah Visbeek, In the Trenches of Mommyhood

Mindy Roberts, The Mommy Blog & Momversation

Ninotchka Beavers, NinotchkaBeavers.com

Suzanne, Pretty Swell

Marlene Freeman, MD, MGH Center for Women’s Mental Health

Alexis Lesa, depressionsandconfessions

Tamra Hood, Surprisingly Sane

Blair, Heir to Blair

Jessica Zucker, PhD, PBS’ This Emotional Life

Casey Mullins, Moosh In Indy

Amber Koter, Beyond Postpartum

Katherine Stone, Postpartum Progress

2009 Rally Team

Sophie in the Moonlight

Sarah Pond – Mama2Mama

Julie Green – UpUp the Blog

Catherine Connors – Her Bad Mother

Diane Sanford

Adrienne Martini – martinimade

Therese Borchard – Beyond Blue

Deb Arora – Missives from Suburbia

Katherine Stone – Postpartum Progress

Vicki Glembocki – Blunt Force Mama

Ann Dunnewold

Rita Arens – Surrender, Dorothy

Lauren Hale – Sharing the Journey

Karen Kleiman- Postpartum Stress Center

Leslie – Mrs. Flinger

Tara Mock

Stefanie Wilder-Taylor – Baby on Bored

Dora Thorn – Spin Me I Pulsate

John McManamy – Knowledge is Necessity

Trisha Ashworth & Amy Nobile

Ivy Shih-Leung – Ivy’s PPD Blog

Sue McRoberts – Totally New Moms

Susan Stone – Perinatal Pro

Erika Krull – Psych Central

Rally Kickoff

If you have any questions or comments about the Mother’s Day Rally, or would like to join a future team, please email me at postpartumprogress@gmail.com.

More PPD Events on the Way This Spring: Triathlons, Martinis & Flower Power

A fewupcoming events I wanted to make sure to mention:

Jenny's Light is hosting a series of triathlons for kids from March through July, all to be held at San Jose State University. These events will raise funds for the organization, which works to raise awareness of postpartum depression and other perinatal mood and anxiety disorders. And don't worry, your kids won't be biking and running and swimming for miles. As described by Jenny's Light, "Our events are designed for fun with distances from 50 yards to 300 yards swimming, 2 miles to 8 miles cycling, and 500 yards to 2 miles running. All kids receive a finishers medals. All kids are able to use a kickboard if they need to during the swim." Great idea!

Flower Power Mom is hosting Celebrating Midlife Mother's Day April 11th through May 9th, with the goal of relieving stigma and highlighting the unique gifts of wisdom, strength and truth of over-40 moms. Funds raised by her event, which include the sale of t-shirts, will be donated to Postpartum Support International. You can learn more here.

Baby Blues Connection, which supports mothers in Oregon with perinatal mood and anxiety disorders, is hosting a "Martinis and Chocolate 50s Style Cocktail Party"fundraiser on May 1st in Portland from 7:30 to 10:30pm. The event will include a Mother's Day gift basket auction. Tickets are $30 each and can be purchased here.

Wake Me Up From Discovery Health's "Postpartum Nightmares"

Somebody please wake me up. I just watched Discovery Health's "Postpartum Nightmares"Baby Week show. I think maybe I was having a bad dream.

First, I'll give you the positives. Might as well start out being nice, right?

What Was Good

I appreciate the courage and honesty of the three women featured on the show: Shelley Ash, Alisa Bowman and Tarah Mathews. Each was very open about what happened to them and presented their experiences in a clear and compelling way. At the end of each of their segments, it was great to see how they had recovered and were enjoying motherhood.

I was also glad the producers reached out to professionals who knew what they were talking about in terms of perinatal mood and anxiety disorders, including Shoshanna Bennett and Pec Indman. I'm sure they were probably edited to death, but still did a great job imparting key points and helping people understand that postpartum depression and anxiety are fairly common among new mothers.

Finally, the stories portrayed some of the real risk factors that exist for new moms — the things that increase the likelihood of someone getting PPD or a related illness– including having a baby go to the NICU, having a difficult birth, lack of adequate social support in caring for the baby and breastfeeding problems. I also liked the fact that they showed how different mothers may experience very different symptoms, from rage to trouble sleeping to panic attacks.

What Was NOT Good

Serious problem #1: Oh, Discovery Health. Is it that you have no choice? In order to get viewers, must you attempt to turn something educational into "shock and awe"? I kid you not when I say they used horror movie editing and images. Quick cuts. Dark rooms. Menacing music. The empty rocking chair theme. The one image that set me to shouting at the TV was in the first segment, on Shelley Ash, where they show the actress portraying Shelly cooking in the kitchen and they zoom in, lingering WAY TOO LONG, on the gleaming, sharp, serrated knife she's using to cut vegetables. Really??!!?!?!?! Nice outrageous stereotype.

Serious problem #2: The first segment they do right out of the chute was on postpartum psychosis. That makes sense, of course, since it's the illness most people with perinatal mood and anxiety disorders get. Wait a minute … no it isn't. But it is the most sensational of all the illnesses because of the increased potential for harm, so let's make sure to scare the bejeezus out of every pregnant mother watching. I saw Twitter tweets the following morning with women questioning whether they should ever have children based on what they saw. Is that what we want, or do we want people to know that these illnesses exist and are fully treatable?

Serious problem #3: With several of the segments, it was hard to know from which illness the mother was suffering. Postpartum anxiety? Postpartum depression? Postpartum OCD? Postpartum psychosis? All of the above? Two out of the three women, though, seriously considered harming their baby. I think viewers could have walked away from this thinking every new mother with a perinatal mood or anxiety disorder is potentially murderous. All together now people: They aren't. This doesn't mean these illnesses are not serious, but could we please not overdo it? This just adds to the stigma we are working so hard to eliminate.

I think my husband summed the show up best: the words spoken by the mothers and professionals (calm, informative, balanced, open) did not mesh in any way with the majority of audio and video used (scary, looming, haunting, creepy).

Why am I, sadly, not surprised?

Click here for more stories about PPD in the media, and how it is often stigmatized.

NIMH Awards Grant to Study Ways To Get Depressed Mothers To Follow Treatment

Yesterday the National Institute of Mental Health announced it awarded a challenge grant to Judy Garber, PhD, of Vanderbilt University to develop and test a method encouraging depressed mothers to follow treatment recommendations.

"All study participants will receive a referral for treatment and an information pamphlet describing the symptoms of depression and anxiety, possible effects of depression on children and different types of treatments. Randomly assigned participants will also receive a brief, one-session Enhanced Motivation Intervention (EMI). EMI uses special interviewing techniques to identify and resolve a person's concerns about and practical barriers to treatment.

The researchers anticipate that EMI will result in more participants getting treatment for mental disorders compared with the control group. If successful, such interventions would not only benefit the depressed individual, but may improve the well-being of her children as well."

Rally Wrap-Up: It Was A Great Mother's Day!!

Postpartum Progress

Here they are in all their glory — the fabulous mamas who made up the 1st annual Mother's Day Rally for Moms' Mental Health, with direct links to each of their letters to new moms. Thank you so much to everyone who participated. And to anyone who is interested in participating next year, please let me know! I hope these letters will serve as comfort and support to all women who may be wondering whether they are all alone in their feelings about or experiences with motherhood.

I'm going to list them in the reverse order that they first appeared, as the very last one will be the first you see if you scroll downward today.

Sophie in the Moonlight

Sarah Pond – Mama2Mama

Julie Green – UpUp the Blog

Catherine Connors – Her Bad Mother

Diane Sanford

Adrienne Martini – martinimade

Therese Borchard – Beyond Blue

Deb Arora – Missives from Suburbia

Katherine Stone – Postpartum Progress

Vicki Glembocki – Blunt Force Mama

Ann Dunnewold

Rita Arens – Surrender, Dorothy

Lauren Hale – Sharing the Journey

Karen Kleiman- Postpartum Stress Center

Leslie – Mrs. Flinger

Tara Mock

Stefanie Wilder-Taylor – Baby on Bored

Dora Thorn – Spin Me I Pulsate

John McManamy – Knowledge is Necessity

Trisha Ashworth & Amy Nobile

Ivy Shih-Leung – Ivy's PPD Blog

Sue McRoberts – Totally New Moms

Susan Stone – Perinatal Pro

Erika Krull – Psych Central

Rally Kickoff

Sophie in the Moonlight: A Letter to New Moms

I am a well-endowed woman, always have been, although I do think the Girls were a bit more impressive in my twenties when my waist was 10 inches smaller than my bust. I’m guessing I’m not alone in that physiological phenomenon. When I hit 21 and went clubbing with friends whilst wearing black bustiers and mini skirts, my best friend’s boyfriend would subtly introduce me to his friends: “this is Sophie and these are her Breasts.” His introductions would inevitably be followed by a group discussion about the future breastfeeding of my future children. It was generally assumed that once my milk came in I’d be able to feed a small third world country.

I had always planned on breastfeeding. I believed breast was best for my baby’s needs, but I also looked forward to breastfeeding as a way to curb my chances of getting breast cancer and losing the baby weight. Furthermore, after years of childhood sexual abuse, I couldn’t wait for my body to grow a child, push it into the world, and provide him sustenance. I viewed the physical experience of motherhood as a way to reclaim my body for myself.
During my last trimester, I rocked in the glider my husband bought me for Mother’s Day reading to my unborn child, daydreaming of singing to him while nursing in the same glider. Yes, I’d read all the pregnancy books that said breast size has no correlation with breast milk production, yet I’d smile smugly to myself. Why would Mother Nature give me such gargantuan mammary appendages if she wasn’t planning on filling them to capacity?
That question haunted me for years.
I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy nine-pound,two-ounce baby boy after 19 hours of excruciating back labor. He was head down, but sunny-side up and the back of his 16-inch head smashed against my lower back every two minutes causing a spinal fracture. I relented and had an epidural, but it didn’t take. “Didn’t take” means the epidural causes paralysis from the injection site down, but does not relieve the pain. I helplessly lay curled on my side and cried with the occasional barbaric yawp escaping. I never got pastfive cm and never got to push my son into the world. We ended up having an emergency C-section because the labor pains induced a fever of 102 and the baby’s heart rate soared to 200 bpm.
I wasn’t able to put my son on my breast immediately since the doctor had to sew me up, but Luigi latched on like a pro within 90 minutes of his triumphant emergence. The colostrum came in and did its job – he passed all his meconium within 48 hours. However, he didn’t urinate until 36 hours after birth and spent his second night screaming because he was so dehydrated. My gentle nurse took him for a cuddle walk around the ward and gave him 30 cc of glucose water and he calmed down.
The lactation specialists came to see us the next morning. They observed our breastfeeding attempts, then offered suggestions on how to have a more successful experience. I fed Luigi on demand 20 minutes on each side, but even though his latch was good and I compressed my breasts during feeding, he would pull away and worry at my nipple like a small puppy with a big bone. I was heartbroken at his frustration. I added it to my list of things I’d already done wrong as a mother: my stupid body failed in its womanly duties to dilate and push & my son was unhappy with the way I fed him.
Before we left the hospital we attended another breastfeeding class and had two more in-room visits with the lactation specialists. Breastfeeding became my obsession and I did everything they told me to do. I had a baby to feed and, damn it, feed him I would.
We came home on a Saturday night. I faithfully began recording every wet & poopy diaper as well as the amount of time I spent breastfeeding. On Sunday, Luigi had one wet and one poopy diaper and we spent 8.5 hours out of 24 with him at my breast. On Monday he had two wet diapers and one poopy diaper and we spentnine hours nursing.
I was deliriously tired & emotionally spent. I kept waiting for my milk to come in, waiting for the letdown reflex to REFLEX when my child cried. While I waited for this supposedly automatic mammalian function to do its thing, I tried every other trick in the book. I taped tiny tubes to my nipples & attached a wee syringe filled with glucose water to encourage Luigi to suck and thus stimulate my milk production. I took fenugreek, vitamins, & ate currytwo out of everythree meals. When I wasn’t nursing I pumped like a maniac. It was like doing CPR & chest compresses on a loved one who has been dead for hours. Yet I could not give up.
Breast is best. Breast is best. Breast is best.
My wake-up call came on Luigi’s fifth day in this world. After an hour of early afternoon nursing, Luigi finally fell asleep and I jumped in the shower and sobbed my guts out. As I was getting dressed, I heard poor Luigi sobbing too, screaming until he started hiccuping. I rushed out to get him and found a friend of ours who specialized in pediatric care holding him. She looked up and passed him to me saying, “He’s starving!” I used every ounce of willpower I had to not burst into tears. I explained we had just nursed for an hour & of my tardy milk production. I told her about the syringe and glucose water. She said the glucose would just raise his blood sugar, not nourish him, and gently suggested that we use a few ccs of formula until the milk arrived.
After she left, I collapsed in my husband’s arms crying hysterically. I was humiliated by my body’s unwillingness to cooperate with its most basic tasks: give birth; make milk. How freaking hard was that!
When I calmed down, I came to the only real solution in front of me. “I’ve made an executive decision,” I told my husband, “the ONLY thing that matters is that we feed our baby. I’m obviously not doing it, so I want you to go to the store and buy formula.” I tried to sound calm and self-assured, but I wanted to throw up.
At the next feeding I nursed for 30 minutes, alternating sides, and then gave little Luigi 2 oz. of the formula. For the first time ever my son slept soundly after he I fed him. For the first time ever, he’d actually eaten.
In the middle of the night, I took the phone to a quiet room in the house and called the Breastfeeding Clinic to confess my sins. I whispered to the nurse that I knew I was a traitor, a second-rate mom who’d chickened out and took the path of least resistance. I knew I was supposed to stick with the breastfeeding plan longer and that it sometimes took up to a month to get the milk supply regulated, but that I couldn’t listen to my son scream anymore and my nipples were bleeding, and, I did, I fed him formula.
The counselor from the clinic listened to me with a sympathetic and supportive ear. She told me I had done the right thing. “No one should be spending over a full-third of every day nursing a newborn. He needs to eat and you were right to feed him.”
“But what about breast cancer prevention? What about his immune system? What about the lower IQ that he will have because of the formula? What about breast is best!!!” I’d believed all the pregnancy books. I thought the What to Expect When You’re Expecting lady would personally track me down and sear me with an Unfit Mother brand if I failed to provide breast milk.
“Oh, honey. He will be a fine, healthy, strong child. Yes, breast milk has many benefits for both of you, but formula will give him the nourishment he needs to grow, the fat he needs for brain development and will FEED him. You have to feed him. Don’t feel guilty. You are giving your son exactly what he needs.”
“Ok.” I hung up and cried some more. My milk wouldn’t letdown, but I was seriously letdown by my failure to produce.
This scenario went on fortwo more weeks. I went to the Lactation Clinicthree more times and let a dozen different strangers manipulate my breasts and give me more advice, which I dutifully followed. I pumped, I nursed with & without the syringe tube of formula, and I kept going back to the strangers who insisted I keep trying to figure out the breastfeeding technique. At our final visit, the nurse weighed Luigi at the beginning of the appointment, had me “nurse” for 30 min., and then weighed him again. In 30 minutes I had made exactly 5 cc –1 teaspoon –of milk. After logging in 200+ hours of breast stimulation over the previous 2 ½ weeks, the Girls would only make one teaspoon of milk for my son. Bitches.
I plummeted into a suicidal postpartum depression that lastedmore than twoyears. Admittedly, it started within a few days after birth, but the whole breastfeeding thing sent me over the edge, it gave me a focal point for all of my self-hatred. During one morning naptime, I sliced my breasts a dozen times with a small kitchen knife. I referred to myself as The Babysitter, thinking that since I wasn’t the one to bring my son into the world and I wasn’t the one who was feeding him –- that honor went to some mega-corporation –then my job was one any babysitter could do: love, play, teach, train, and bottle-feed a child placed in my care. I took my duties very seriously, but I didn’t think of myself as a true mother. My depressive thinking made sure I didn’t allow myself to feel the joys of being a first time mom. Nothing feeds depressive thinking like a good ol’ focal point on which to ruminate.
My sick ruminations on my “mothering skills” so overwhelmed my cerebral cortex that I attempted suicide twice – a year and a week after Luigi’s birth and a year and a half after that. I thought I was making way for him to get a better, more-qualified, more capable mother. Had I been successful in my attempts, I would have left a beautiful, happy, intelligent, funny little guy abandoned and betrayed by the woman who was supposed to love him best & put his well-being above everything else in the world. I would have taught him that suicide is an acceptable solution to life’s difficulties. I would have left my husband, the most loving and attentive father in the world, my best friend, alone and forsaken. Had I been successful, I would not have found the moment when the Path to Wellness presented itself and begged me to walk and discover myself again, anew. I would not be the mother of another little boy who runs around singing Thomas the Tank Engine lyrics to the tune of Lightning McQueen’s theme song and worships the ground upon which Luigi walks.
I am so grateful, so blessed, that I was an abject failure at suicide and was given a chance to learn that I wasn’t an abject failure as a mom – in fact, I’m pretty good at it, good enough anyway. I am amazed at the multiple chances Life has offered me to try again and again until I got it (mostly) right. Now that I am well, I spend the majority of my time paying back the Universe for the gift of My Life by telling others my story so they know they are not aloneand there is Hope. If you are wandering in the darkness of postpartum depression or know someone who is, please let me share the lessons my recovery from PPD taught me:
1. The only important outcome of birth is Healthy Mom, Healthy Baby. Your child will not give you a medal for not taking medication to ease your labor pain. She will not care if she got her first glimpse of the outside world from the vaginal canal or your abdomen. She’ll just be glad she made it intact. YOUR health is equally important. Healthy MOM, healthy baby.
2. Sometimes breastfeeding is a choice we can make; sometimes it is not. Regardless, all that matters is that you feed your child and cuddle him close even when you’re not feeling the love. How you feed your kid is no one else’s business.Berating yourself for choosing or being forced to choose formula is a losing battle. You will lose it. I can tell you firsthand that formula provides perfectly wonderful sustenance for development. Luigi is in 2nd grade – a straight A student who reads at 5th grade level. Both of my boys rarely get sick and have hearts of gold. I couldn’t imagine a better pair of kids… except when they are totally getting on my nerves and I would like to leave them as a tip for the pizza delivery guy.
3. No matter how your child arrived, you are a mother. Welcome to the sisterhood. My aunt told me a little-known fact about Motherhood during those first, dark, days with Luigi: “motherhood is a state of ambivalence.” The only things you have to give your kid to be a successful parent is the knowledge that she is loved unconditionally as well as basic food, shelter, and clothing. Everything else is gravy. I mean everything. Unconditional love, as best as you can express it — from your heart, not your wallet –is the single most important ingredient to a good kid; nothing else matters. If it takes you a while to develop those feelings of unconditional love, then that’s all right, too. I didn’t have PPD with my second kid, but it took me over two years to actually enjoy him. But he does know he’s loved absolutely and unquestionably.
4. You are the one imbued with the power of Magic Kisses that make all boo-boos better. Dads have pretty good kisses, too; but the Babysitter’s are totally sub-standard. Who knew your lips would one day have the power of pixie dust? They do. Pucker up and Smooch.
5. The family unit is a Petri dish for the outside world. You aren’t supposed to be perfect. Kids learn to navigate their future right here at home. When confronted with a cranky boss, they’ll look back and remember what they did when mom was cranky to make her smile. When they have to deal with a dorm mate who doesn’t understand boundaries, they’ll think about what they learned while dealing with their sibling. Please don’t be perfect. Your kid won’t learn any life skills unless they’re put in a position to actually learn something out of necessity. And, no, lectures don’t count. I’ve tried – in one ear and out the other.
6. Go easy on yourself. Parenting is hard and each kid is unique and you are unique. It takes a while to figure out what will work for all of you. If the system isn’t working for all of you, then it’s not working.
7. Lastly, please don’t compare yourself to the seemingly Suuuu-uuuper moms out there who seem to have it all together, had perfect pregnancies, deliveries, and breastfeeding schedules, the ones that have their 2-year-old old inthree different life-enriching activities, have set up a home-school program, are always perfectly coiffed, volunteer with several charities, run the Mother’s with Gifted Children groups … you know whom I mean. Ignore them and, if you feel like it, nod politely and ignore their advice. They generally have lots of it, most of it completely irrelevant to you and your life. I used to get lectured about my birth/breastfeeding experiences by total strangers and I’d nod politely and then go cry in my car. Better to just nod politely and walk away knowing that they have not walked in your shoes and don’t know jack. Heck, you might want to nod politely and ignore my little list here ‘cuz it just doesn’t apply to you. That’s ok by me. Do what’s right for you and your family. I might be way off your mark. I struggled with trying to be a Super Babysitter for a long time to compensate for my profound depression and lack of self-worth. I worried a lot about how my skills were perceived by others because I was so scared I was doing it wrong and I was going to destroy my kid for life. Then one day I saw Ashley Judd on some interview show and she said something that changed my life. She’s struggled with depression herself and had come up with this little mantra: “It’s none of my business what others think of me.” And she’s right. Don’t worry about what the pregnancy books say. Don’t worry about the know-it-alls out there. Take care of YOU and the rest will follow. Work on achieving your own sense of health and balance and PLEASE do not be afraid to go to your doctor and tell them you feel like crap. You would not be the first woman with PPD to walk in their office. Their help could change your life.
Healthy MOM, healthy family. Keep doing your best and the rest will follow. Much love to all of you & Happy Mother's Day.
Sophia Luna de Los Cielos isthe author of the blog Sophie in the Moonlight. She is a survivor of postpartum depression.

Julie Green: A Letter to New Moms

Things it might be helpful to know before reading this: After the birth of our first child, I had the usual "baby blues" but within a week or so after giving birth I felt mostly like my normal self. I enjoyed new motherhood most of the time — there were days when I was too tired, too bored, or too frustrated, but I loved my kiddo and we had fun. I took thousands of pictures. We went for lots of walks. But then when my son was about 8 months old, I started to feel different. I felt confused. I felt lost. My husband would take Evan for the day and tell me to go do something fun and I couldn't think of anything to do. I was sick with one cold after another. By the time my son was a year old,I had started feeling sick all the time. Eventually, I realized it was part dread, part anxiety. Sometimes my hands would shake even when I was supposedly having a good time. I sought treatment, went on medication, felt like I would never be okay again. But by the time my kid was 18 months old, I felt like new. By the time he was 21 months old, just 8 months after I began treatment for postpartum depression and anxiety, I was ready to think about number two. And then I was pregnant …

At the time of this writing, I am eight weeks pregnant. I will admit right away that this time around is so different than the first. The biggest difference is that while last time I never even considered PPD, this time I'm terrified of going through it again. This letter is my advice to myself and to any woman sitting in a similar position, facing down the possibility, the memory, or the current reality of postpartum mood and anxiety disorders. I left out all the standard advice (this will end, it will all be worth it, be proactive, etc.) because a lot of it just upset me more when I was in the throes of the depression and anxiety.

So if you're a new mom for the first time or a new mom for another time:

Don't forget that being a new mom to a new baby is exhausting, boring and can make you angry. Remember that it's okay if you don't love every moment of it.

Don't forget that you know yourself better than anyone else knows you. While "everyone" may struggle with parenting and "everyone" may sometimes hate it, you know better than they do whether what you're experiencing is quote-unquote normal. When I was eight months postpartum and starting to feel a lot of dread and anxiety, I let a lot of people tell me they all felt the same way, and that sucked. It sucked because I felt so awful — so much like something inside me had broken and was hanging awkwardly within the confines of my body, clanging against my skull and my bones and my skin with every movement — and consequently so discouraged to think that this was my new normal state of being. It delayed my seeking help for a long time.

At the same time, don't forget that everyone feels the way you feel, just maybe not with the same immediacy, intensity and alarm. Something may be happening inside of your body to amplify whatever normal thing you're feeling. But you're not a bad mom for feeling it.

Don't forget that the best thing for your kids is whatever is the best thing for you. If you need a full hour and a half of quiet time in the morning and then you're good to go for the rest of the day, then by all means get that quiet time. Put the kids in a stroller, sit them in front of the TV, or drive around in the car if you need to. Take care of your needs and you will be able to take care of theirs.

Remember to be creative. There are lots of ways to be a good mom.

Remember that the way you feel physically and the way you feel mentally are related. Remember that your anxiety can make it feel like your insides are bubbling out or like you can't breathe. Remember that depression can hurt.

But at the same time, remember that you don't have to let your physical state dictate your mental state. Remember that sometimes you can feel physically horrible and yet be in a good mood. Finally, remember that sometimes your emotions are really as simple as certain chemicals flooding your brain or body. Sometimes you feel anxious for a genuine reason, but sometimes it might be nothing more than just that your pituitary gland* just projectile vomited all over the inside of your head. Remember also that if given the time and space, your body knows how to clean up toxic hormone spills inside your brain.

(*I make no claim to actually know which gland threw up in your brain, or even that the gland was actually in your brain. Let's just pretend that I know it's the pituitary gland, 'kay?)

Some days, stay in your pajamas all day. Ditto for the kids. Call it fun instead of berating yourself for being lazy.

Occasionally, get all dolled up even if you're not doing anything but sitting home with the kids. Be daring: wear something dry-clean only.

Remember that your mom gave you juice, stuck you in a play pen (oh, I know, they're called pack-n-plays now), may or may not have breastfed you, and let you watch General Hospital before you could even speak. Remember that it is highly unlikely that you will be able to do much damage to your kids as long as you love them, do your best to keep them safe, use your common sense, and relax already.

Don't' watch Jon & Kate Plus 8thinking that it will guilt you into loving your own life more, what with you not having a set of twins and a set of sextuplets. Comparing yourself to the Gosselins will not make you think, "Oh, my life is so nice and easy and it makes me so happy." It will make you think, "What's wrong with me? I only have (insert number here) kids and I can't even keep it together. I suck."

By all means remember to let other people watch your kid or kids as often and for as long as they are willing.

Remember that you may be able to control some things — like whether or not you take a shower most days or do nice things for yourself — but that you can't necessarily control your mental health by sheer force of will. If you're having a bad afternoon or a bad day or a bad week, just own it. If your bad week seems to be sliding into a bad month, ask an expert for help. You can't diagnose your own problems, you can't will your own brain chemistry to change, and you can't just snap out of it.

Perhaps most important of all, remember to keep some things sacred. Choose something like a story before bedtime or giggles over lunch and hang onto it like Jane hangs onto Tarzan. Cultivate special moments. If you do fall to the deepest depths of depression or anxiety, you may dread 23 out of 24 hours in a day, but try to find a way to love the other hour. To cherish it and to cherish spending it with your child.

Remember, you will be okay. So will your kids.

P.S. Please also remember that if any of this advice feels wrong, it is wrong. Hang on to the right stuff and let the rest go.

Julie Green is the author of UpUp the Blog and a designer of really cool printed goods at UpUpCreative on Etsy. She is a survivor of postpartum depression and anxiety.