TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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Prior to having DS, I had heard and read about Post Partum Depression and thought, "Well, I've had bouts of depression before. This will be the same. I can handle it." Even though I have suffered from bouts of depression on and off since I was about 11 or 12, I was in NO way prepared for what the PPD would do to me.
I felt helpless and anxious all the time. I was worried that I was harming DS by not breastfeeding, even though I knew it wasn't possible to BF him. My body just wasn't making enough milk, even with him feeding 12-15 times a day and my pumping in between. I was sleeping all the time (normal for a new mom)and was freaking out because the house wasn't as clean as it normally would be. I was worried DS wasn't sleeping enough or that he was sleeping TOO much. I worried about his slightly low birthweight even though he was right on target with every thing else.
I cried all the time and had panic attacks. I was constantly yelling at DH for little things that would never bother me before. My life was a living hell until I talked to my ob/gyn and she suggested I take an antidepressent. She prescribed bupropion for me and ever since then my life has turned around. It took about 3 wks to work but once it started working things have been SO much better! I stopped freaking out and having panic attacks. I know that I'm not really hurting DS by formula feeding..he's doing just fine.
I thought at first I was the only person to ever suffer from PPD, even though my babycare books said it was common in mothers. DH went to the library and, through interlibrary loan, got some books on PPD for me. My favorite I think was "Behind the Smile" by Marie Osmond, detailing her experience with PPD. Now I know I'm not the only one who has this disease and that it won't ruin my life unless I let it. I know one day I'll have to let go of my crutch (the bupropion) and try to stand on my own two feet but I'm really scared of that day.
If you have PPD, feel free to post your experiences here. We are all sisters in this and we have to help each other through the bad times because it can get really,really bad. But then the good times are usually really,really good.
TOV
I felt helpless and anxious all the time. I was worried that I was harming DS by not breastfeeding, even though I knew it wasn't possible to BF him. My body just wasn't making enough milk, even with him feeding 12-15 times a day and my pumping in between. I was sleeping all the time (normal for a new mom)and was freaking out because the house wasn't as clean as it normally would be. I was worried DS wasn't sleeping enough or that he was sleeping TOO much. I worried about his slightly low birthweight even though he was right on target with every thing else.
I cried all the time and had panic attacks. I was constantly yelling at DH for little things that would never bother me before. My life was a living hell until I talked to my ob/gyn and she suggested I take an antidepressent. She prescribed bupropion for me and ever since then my life has turned around. It took about 3 wks to work but once it started working things have been SO much better! I stopped freaking out and having panic attacks. I know that I'm not really hurting DS by formula feeding..he's doing just fine.
I thought at first I was the only person to ever suffer from PPD, even though my babycare books said it was common in mothers. DH went to the library and, through interlibrary loan, got some books on PPD for me. My favorite I think was "Behind the Smile" by Marie Osmond, detailing her experience with PPD. Now I know I'm not the only one who has this disease and that it won't ruin my life unless I let it. I know one day I'll have to let go of my crutch (the bupropion) and try to stand on my own two feet but I'm really scared of that day.
If you have PPD, feel free to post your experiences here. We are all sisters in this and we have to help each other through the bad times because it can get really,really bad. But then the good times are usually really,really good.

TOV