I remember the day well. It was Fourth of July. My four month old, Annabelle, was home with dad. I was ecstatic that I got to enjoy a night out. I was at my parent’s neighbor’s Fourth of July party and everyone kept asking “where’s Annabelle”? At first I just smiled and explained she was home with dad. The questions kept coming, and people seemed truly upset that I didn’t bring her with me. It really started to bother me as well. The more people questioned me, the more upset I became. Thankfully, one of my friend’s mom saw me, grabbed me, and said “let’s go for a walk.” I remember tearing up, explaining that it had been rough lately since Annabelle wasn’t sleeping great. She gave me a hug and some encouraging words.
Up until that point I’d never really thought much about my feelings. I mean, sure, I knew I wasn’t exactly happy, but I didn’t know what to do about it. I also guess I didn’t realize that what I was feeling was not how the majority of the population feels. I just kinda figured that it was a rough spot that no one really talked about. I mean postpartum depression happens right after having a kid, right? Not 4 months later. Having my friend’s mom talk to me really made me realize that I didn’t have to feel like I did.
After I had Annabelle I went back to work and finished the year (I was a teacher). Once summer hit, I was officially a SAHM, and super excited about it. I expected to be relieved (I mean come on, no more pumping), and happy. I didn’t expect to feel helpless, sad, angry and questioning my ability as a mother. I imagined myself doing fun things with my daughter, then having some me time while she napped. I didn’t imagine myself rocking her (and rocking her, and rocking her) in a dark room, sometimes crying, just praying I would be able to transfer her to her crib so that I could get a little alone time. Having a baby is supposed to be a happy thing right? Sure there are sleepless nights, and crying, but overall, it’s supposed to be amazing. So what do you do when it’s not?
I remember going out shopping and people would make comments like:
“Enjoy this time now, they grow up so fast.”
“I miss those day so much.”
“Treasure this time.”
With each comment, I felt worse and worse. It made me feel as if I was an awful mother. I wasn’t enjoying this time. What on Earth did that say about me?! I wanted to cry (and sometimes did) when sleep took forever to happen. What kind of mother feels that way, I thought to myself. To top thing off I went from being a teacher, and working with lots of people, to being at home by myself. I am a social person, and isolation did not fit me well. I would go to Target or the mall just to be around other people.
Then one week my mom was over and asked if I was OK. She had noticed that I wasn’t my usual upbeat self. I told her how I had been feeling lately and she encouraged me to call my OB. I did and was able to go and talk to her, as well as the psychologist that worked in the office. They determined that I didn’t need any medication, but made sure that I knew I could call back at any time if I felt worse.
After talking with my OB I realized I really needed to find others I could relate to so I started looking for other moms in the area. I found an amazing mother’s club (which I am still a part of) to join. I really think that joining the club was a game changer. Having other women to socialize with, and exchange stories with was wonderful. I truly believe we are social creatures, and are not meant to be isolated from others.
It takes a village to raise a child, but it also takes a village to support a mom.
**With that being said, if you are having feelings of sadness or hopelessness, do not suffer alone. These feelings do not mean you are a bad mom. Please, please, please call your OB, midwife or someone and let them know how you feel.**