By Elizabeth Reinke Did you know 90% of new mothers experience some form of stress, depression, or anxiety in the perinatal period? Probably not. I d...
By Liz Friedman Miriam Carey's death is evidence of a crisis in this country. This is yet another heartbreaking example of the desperate need for a ...
I knew I was at a high risk. I had a plan: I could go up on the anti-depressants I took. I could attend postpartum support groups and get a therapist. I was prepared. Except, you can't really be prepared.
By Susan Feinegold At this point many of us have seen the news about Miriam Carey...
How many families have to be devastated by the impact of this disease before we make mental illness a priority in this country? One in four is sick. If it were influenza, it would be an epidemic.
Following the birth of my daughter, I suffered from Postpartum Depression, something I didn't realize, however, until the darkness had passed. When you're stuck in the middle of the whirlwind, it's hard to see clearly. I knew I was spinning but I wasn't sure why.
It was the day I'd been waiting for: I would meet my little girl and become a mom. I expected to experience joy, triumph in my strength as a woman, and overwhelming love as she entered the world. Instead, I experienced my daughter's birth in a state of terror, wondering if I would die.
As I pull it back out from memory and turn it over in the light of my thoughts, words and sentences plumb what I learned or felt in the moment.
Most of the world is joyously welcoming the arrival of the Prince of Cambridge. And while I find myself caught up in the excitement, what would give me real cause for celebration is if Kate does the very ordinary but extraordinarily important motherly act of breastfeeding her baby.
So much worry goes into your child's well-being. Yet, one of the most important things a woman can do when becoming a mother is to work on being in good mental health herself. If she starts to notice symptoms of depression, she shouldn't be afraid or ashamed to seek help.
I hope to have another man in my life at some point, but for now, it's just me and my little man. Our home is just ours. There are two toothbrushes and two towels. There are lady's shoes and little boy's shoes. There is whole milk and soy milk. It's just us.
So often in hearing the stories of women in my research I get a sense of mothers living on the ledge of their lives--out there all alone, sleep depriv...
I hated everything about how my birth experiences unfolded, hated every bottle, every moment of guilt and panic and all the ways I was lacking. But here we are, six years later, my girls and me.
We make what is a temporary and treatable illness that is quite common among pregnant and new mothers even worse, and put the future of those moms and their children in jeopardy.
When I was diagnosed and first trying to make sense of it, what I wanted most was to talk with another woman who had been through it and come out the other side, someone who could reassure me with full confidence that it wouldn't be a permanent condition.
When my daughter locked me out of our apartment so she could eat dog food, I wrote about it and got advice on how to start "time-outs." When I didn't have time to shave and my daughter started petting my legs and saying "Good Puppy," I wrote a funny blog post about it.