I strongly believe that our pain, whichever it comes from, is on purpose. It helps us grow and give birth to a better version of ourselves. It is hard to be thankful for our pain but, if we shift perspective, we realize it always brings us a lesson in disguise.
Every parent of an older (or adult) kid likes to remind you how you'll miss these early days. But I think what those moms are secretly trying to say is that they miss being young, too.
Unlike some women who slide into motherhood like pulling on a pair of well-worn yoga pants, motherhood for me felt more like trying to squeeze into a pair of too-small skinny jeans. I pulled and twisted, held my breath, bent and contorted and still ended up in a puddle of tears.
When we sit together in your nursery, cuddled chest to chest, I feel the weight of glory pressed upon me despite the uncertainty that always tries to take over.
Moms with postpartum depression cannot wait for care and treatment when faced with depression and other perinatal emotional complications. The impact on both Mom and her infant can be serious. But in Massachusetts there is a new model that is providing hope for these mothers and changing the landscape so that providers can provide the care that is needed.
About six weeks after I have birth, I started a rapid decline into a state of complete misery. I would stare at the blank wall, sometimes for an hour straight, listening to the negative thoughts circulating in my mind.
Many mothers do feel ill-equipped to handle the big meltdowns preschoolers often repeatedly have, experience pressure to keep it all together and perceive they have nowhere to turn.
I put on a good show in front of others. But on the inside, confusion and guilt racked my brain. How was it possible, I wondered, that I wasn't completely enamored with my first born child?
Today I lead postpartum support groups, and thank goodness I have to be the group leader, so I can't walk out of the group and cry in the restroom. I must open up that old inner self to some more compassionate attitudes if I'm going to be of help to my fellow moms.
We need to find a way to prepare mothers for the possibility that they may struggle, and that it doesn't make them bad mothers.
I found the Parental Stress Hotline number and finally had someone to talk to at 4:00 a.m. about noisy birds. I eventually found numbers for the Hadley-based group MotherWoman and MOMS Club in East Longmeadow, not to mention the number of a psychiatrist who prescribed me wonderful, wonderful drugs. The more I talked, the better I became.
Women have been suffering alone. For mothers, there is so much shame and stigma attached to a prenatal or postpartum struggle. It's the big secret -- the elephant in the room.
It took us long time to get pregnant with Molly. Not a long, long time, but long enough. Long enough to start to get used to the knot in my stomach every month as I counted the days and the symptoms, trying not to convince myself that every little twinge of nausea was a good sign.
By Stephanie Cannoe Looking back, I now see the debilitating depression I endured during my second pregnancy and after my son was born. For five mont...
There are many definitions for the word support. And many arguments within the parenting community about what that word should mean, could mean, does mean.
In life, as in waterskiing, I can best handle one thing (as opposed to two, or worse yet, many things) at a time. To say I get overwhelmed easily would be a gross understatement.