A little more than four-and-a-half years ago this guy ROCKED. MY. WORLD.
From the moment the second pink line appeared I knew that my life was gonna change. I didn’t know why or how back then, but boy did the gut instinct that I was in for the ride of my life immediately strike me. I didn’t speak for a few hours after that positive pregnancy test. In fact, I sat in silence on the couch, pretty much in shock all night.
I’m not sure what happened inside my head and heart next, but over the course of the following weeks and months I began to love the baby inside me. We didn’t choose to learn the gender at the ultrasound, but I knew he was a boy in my heart of hearts all along. I didn’t know what he would look like, but I knew a very old soul with a hearty head of hair and a Y chromosome was growing inside me.
Pregnancy was all about birth preparation and “the Nursery.” Ironically, my second son is about to turn one and his nursery isn’t really much more than a bedroom with the necessities. But that’s another story for another time. One of the many lessons learned the hard way.
In 2007, I focused all my energy on growing my baby and giving him (and me) the birth experience we both deserved and I so desperately was convinced I needed. I didn’t think I needed to prepare for anything afterwards, because you know, breastfeeding is “so natural and normal” and I had been babysitting for years. And I was an aunt. An aunt whose niece had lived with me for the first two years of her life! My sister and her fiancé, both teen parents, made it seem so easy and fun. I mean how hard could diapering, feeding and holding a sleeping baby be after all?
In the end, I experienced a birth that looked nothing like my plans, hopes or dreams. It began as a very long unmedicated labor and ended with a very conventional c-section under duress. As this video explains, I was so traumatized that I couldn’t really comprehend what I had been through, let alone muster up any desire to see my baby. Thinking back, at that moment I think I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up for a very long time, believing that it had all been a terrible nightmare.
Things sucked for a long time. My son never latched and a failed attempt at breastfeeding made the pit I was already in seem even deeper. I had thoughts and feelings that scared me for months. For the first time in my life I was not comfortable in my own skin. Even while by myself I felt nauseous from the anxiety and racing, irrational thoughts. I think perhaps it could be compared to the feeling in a moment that someone who rates public speaking as scarier than death is thrown on a stage in front of 5000 people. I felt like that for eight weeks straight. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t make decisions. It was as if overnight I changed from an authoritarian, confident, intelligent and decisive woman to a mess of a human who could barely manage to complete basic tasks like showering, brushing my teeth or having a brief conversation. I couldn’t order from a menu. I couldn’t clip my toenails. I was a walking shell of my former self.
Then the treatment plan we put in place began to take hold. I started getting out a bit more. Showering daily. Went back to work and could put myself together enough to do my hair and makeup and respond to emails. I could be by myself with my son for a few hours at a time without having a panic attack. Sure, I still had to employ very specific strategies to keep the anxiety at bay. Don’t leave room in the calendar for idle time. Be sure to engage with other moms and children. Tell my husband what kind of day I was honestly having.
Months later, I had my act together. I was accomplishing things at work. I was writing my blog, had started a local PPD support group and became very open and honest about my experience. I began to feel the strong call to advocacy and peer support for women who were suffering as I had.
Still, I didn’t feel confident about motherhood. At this point, my baby was a toddler and separate anxiety and “Mama, hold me” had kicked in. I told my therapist, “I don’t want him to want me! I love him; I feel better; but I don’t want to deal with the pressure of another human being needing me that much.” I hated playing with toys. I couldn’t stand the mundane and repetitive nature of hanging at home with my kid. I longed for more hours at work, more date nights and rocking my son to sleep at night, because in that moment I always felt in control. I could be me again.
It’s taken over four years, a second child, dozens of therapy sessions, hundreds of hours of conversation with my girlfriends and tons of prayers to discover what was preventing me from the last step to wholeness. For me, wellness came years before becoming whole and comfortable as a mother. Those who are still struggling with motherhood after surviving PPD, this post is dedicated to you.
I have discovered we so often resent the challenges life has uncovered and waste hours of our time ruminating on how things might be different or feeling sorry for ourselves or guilty for our circumstances. It’s incredible how much I like being a mom since I’ve given up on trying to find everything that stinks about it. And I believe it is a much better use of my time and energy, too.
I have stopped trying to change my situation by wasting mental energy lamenting it; it’s inefficient. It points my mind towards pessimism, zaps me of passion for my life and for improving it. If I spend too much energy looking backwards or to the future, I know I will fail to even see, let alone allow myself to enjoy, the present. No matter where you are in your journey, this is what I want you to know:
- You are so much stronger than you know.
- Getting better and finally being a Survivor feels even better than you expect it will.
- PPD and related disorders are incredibly brutal, but also 100% treatable.
- The network of women who are not only willing to help, but desperately want to is now huge. Please, please be sure to reach out to us.
- There is no shame in the symptoms of PPD and no blame in the diagnosis of it. No matter what you may be feeling right now, you need to tell yourself again and again that it’s not your fault.
- Relaxing, letting go of the need to lament how difficult motherhood is, and embracing the good stuff about these cute little people we are charged with raising into competent adults is pure bliss…but only sometimes. 😉
Amber, you truly are an inspiration to me. I clung to your journey with the wee #2 because one day…I’d like to put this behind me and carry on with my dreams of having one more child.
So thank you for taking me on this ride with you. xox
I just love you. You’ve opened my mind in so many ways and inspired so much of what I share with mamas in the Atlanta support group.
I wish we lived closer (or at least in the same country) because I think Chunky and L1 would be best friends (while we laughed our you know whats off and drank big glasses of wine). 🙂
Amber, you have always been a beacon in the dark for me when things were rough. Thank you for this letter today…and for listening to that call to advocacy.
I am so enjoying walking this journey with your #2 with you. Thank you for your kind words today and for all you do for moms everywhere! xoxo
I have nothing but love and admiration for you. For your journey, for your tenacity, for your dedication to struggling mothers. I am blessed to have crossed paths with you and grateful to have met you in person. Thank you for such a powerful letter today.
Lauren, I will never forget what you inviting my DH to talk about how PPD impacted HIM did for us. You are an amazing, dedicated woman and I am so grateful for what you do for hundreds, if not thousands, of women each and every day.
Thank you for sharing your story, Amber. Your attitude is what makes all the difference. Choosing to see the good in motherhood, rather than the things that get us down, makes all the difference in how we enjoy our kids and our mommy-hood. Happy Mother’s Day!
Jennifer, I so appreciate you reading and commenting on this post. Happy Mother’s Day!
Amber, this was beautiful and the kick in the pants that I needed to keep focusing on the positive as I continue on my journey as a survivor of PPD and PPA.
So glad it was inspiring in that way for you. Many hugs…you CAN do this- you are doing it!