I wanted to word vomit all over our Facebook group when I saw how quickly you backpedaled about not enjoying pregnancy. I wanted so badly to share my story, but I knew it was not the time or place. I am writing this open letter to you and all other mamas who do not like pregnancy. It is okay to not be okay during pregnancy. I struggled physically and emotionally with my second pregnancy. In hindsight I clearly had undiagnosed antenatal depression and anxiety, a revelation that my therapist and I discussed. I had so many warning signs.
I worried about everything constantly. I was irritable, and it wasn’t just the hormones. My irritability was a precursor to my postpartum rage. I lost weight initially, partly due to the restrictive meal plan for my gestational diabetes. I could not sit still at all which was also a precursor to my severe postpartum anxiety. I was making lists of all the tasks that had to be done and completed by the time the baby was born. List-making made me feel like I was in control.
Society does pregnant women a disservice by showing us these photos of airbrushed women who blissfully smile down at their baby bumps. I rarely smiled or laughed when I was pregnant. Besides the gestational diabetes, I suffered from sciatica and an umbilical hernia. I had to wear a postpartum support girdle which alleviated some of the strain on my back. I have had friends valiantly struggle with sciatica, symphysis pubic dysfunction, pre-eclampsia, irritable uterus and days and weeks of contractions. Until we change the conversation about how demanding physically, mentally and emotionally pregnancy can be, we will continue to feel like we have to put on the mask. I very much wanted and planned for my darling baby girl, but I would tell anyone and everyone who would listen that this was my last pregnancy.
People used to laugh like I was a hormonal pregnant woman who should be pitied. I felt like people thought I was exaggerating my level of stress and discomfort with my last pregnancy. Those feelings made my rage and irritability even greater. Do not condescend to pregnant women. We are adult women who are growing another human(s). We deserve care that recognizes our entire selves, not just as an incubator for the baby that we are carrying. My feelings, my emotions, and my health were just as vital and important as that of my unborn child. I struggled with undiagnosed antenatal depression and anxiety even though I had a supportive medical team that included my ob/gyn, my certified diabetes educator, and my endocrinologist.
Mama, I wish I could learn more about your story. I have so many questions for you. Did you struggle too? Would you like to know more about my story? Can we get together for coffee and really talk about how difficult pregnancy can be? Can we stop trying to pretend that it is all sunshine and rainbows? It is okay to not be okay. It is okay to admit that you hate pregnancy and that you are miserable. This does not mean that you do not love your child. You are brave for reaching out and asking for help. If you are struggling, please know that you are NOT alone. Many mamas, including myself, have been in your shoes. Talk to your therapist, to your partner, and to your doctor. Check out the resources available here along with testimonies from other Warrior Moms who have struggled with antenatal depression and made it through to the other side. It does get better, I promise you.