This wasn’t normal. A mother should have so much love for her child. She should know what to do, and when to do it. She shouldn’t dread when he would wake up to eat. She shouldn’t dread living her life in two hour time frames. And she shouldn’t hate herself for it. But yet I did.
I’ve never understood depression. I’ve never understood the stigma. Or the severity, until the day I did.
I had what I thought to be normal baby blues. I had a hard time looking at pictures of my son from the previous week because I felt he was growing up too fast. I cried all the time.
My plea for new moms is to value your own care just as much as that of your new child.
I was sad, anxious, stressed and falling apart.
I was definitely not feeling too great myself, and I was supposed to keep an eye on this little thing 24/7? Everything felt so overwhelming.
I believed that if I just did this one thing, like the sleep coach or the sleep expert in the books said, and if I could just get him on this schedule, then it would fix everything.
"I felt like my child was someone else’s and I was just babysitting. I told my husband, family and friends right away."
"I felt so relieved that I’m not alone and there are so many other people who feel the same way."
"We know one perfect boy is just right for us."
"You are not alone and there is help out there."
"I have to learn how to take care of myself and just carry on."
It's during this postpartum period that women may be at greater risk of experiencing a mental health condition than at any other time in their lives.
"Seek help if you feel you need it, and be the hero your children need."
"My flaws are unending, but so is my love, and at the end of the day, my son just wants me."
"By being honest with myself about what was going on, I was able to find the support and comfort I needed all along."
"I try everyday to build up the women I meet and support them regardless of their story."
"I went through hell and came back stronger than ever."
Perfectly normal feelings resulted in a perfectly NOT normal response. We need to do better.
"I just sat there staring at this man thinking, what was wrong with me."