Wow! I came here thinking I might post about opinions on whether I might have PPD, but I just took the quiz. 77!
So now, what do I do?
DS just turned 1 year, and I've been pretty sure depression has been sneaking up on me - such is it's nature in my experience. In the past, when I realized it, I start St. John's Wort and things get better. I think I've been denying how I feel since I can't do that now, and don't want a pharmaceutical option. And I can't stand the idea of sifting through a million therapists to find a competent one! (Yes, I'm a therapy snob!)
A little backstory:
Had a car accident while 8 mo pg in which I got a hip injury and DS got injured jaw.
Excrutating labor (hip could not open) and c-sect, several subsequent infections lasting months.
DS couldn't latch, so full-time pumping. (Had so sup with formula - YUCK!)
Whole family got RSV 2 mo PP - I followed with broncitis.
Hip injury had me bed-ridden unable to move at all for 3 weeks 6 mo PP. Milk supply plummeted.
Continuing struggles to keep up milk due to supression from constant hip pain, but finally had no more by 10 mo PP.
Still can't give up the idea that I can get my milk back, even though I can't seem to bring myself to actually take the herbs and PUMP anymore! I'm just so tired.
SO: I have constant thoughts of my husband and baby getting injured or dying - not that I do it, but weird fears pop into my head unexpectedly. When I heard of the recent story of the mother in Dallas who butchered her baby (same age as mine) I came unglued.
I feel like hell, I look like hell, can't get out of the pumping limbo, I feel like a failure, I hurt, I'm angry at the bastard who caused the car accident, I cry at the drop of a hat, and I see no way of having a life again. My DH is a good soul who thinks he can talk me out of it. (He doesn't understand depression at all.) That makes me feel more hopeless.
Most of my other family says things like: I took care of my children without help, why can't you? Like the past year has been a typical new-mother experience!
Most recently, I'm having spurts of anger/frustration. Nothing new to me, but I've never boiled over while holding my child before! I wasn't frustrated AT him, but I threw something while holding him and scared him! I knew then that I was losing it, so I put him in the P&P (I never do that, so he was appalled), went into my bedroom, closed the door and threw things. I made a 1" divet in the linoleum in my bathroom and ruined a wall. I dread explaining that to DH! I'm scared that I am capable of that, and I'm scared that that's what I've been supressing.
Any thoughts or suggestions??
TIA...
So now, what do I do?
DS just turned 1 year, and I've been pretty sure depression has been sneaking up on me - such is it's nature in my experience. In the past, when I realized it, I start St. John's Wort and things get better. I think I've been denying how I feel since I can't do that now, and don't want a pharmaceutical option. And I can't stand the idea of sifting through a million therapists to find a competent one! (Yes, I'm a therapy snob!)
A little backstory:
Had a car accident while 8 mo pg in which I got a hip injury and DS got injured jaw.
Excrutating labor (hip could not open) and c-sect, several subsequent infections lasting months.
DS couldn't latch, so full-time pumping. (Had so sup with formula - YUCK!)
Whole family got RSV 2 mo PP - I followed with broncitis.
Hip injury had me bed-ridden unable to move at all for 3 weeks 6 mo PP. Milk supply plummeted.
Continuing struggles to keep up milk due to supression from constant hip pain, but finally had no more by 10 mo PP.
Still can't give up the idea that I can get my milk back, even though I can't seem to bring myself to actually take the herbs and PUMP anymore! I'm just so tired.
SO: I have constant thoughts of my husband and baby getting injured or dying - not that I do it, but weird fears pop into my head unexpectedly. When I heard of the recent story of the mother in Dallas who butchered her baby (same age as mine) I came unglued.
I feel like hell, I look like hell, can't get out of the pumping limbo, I feel like a failure, I hurt, I'm angry at the bastard who caused the car accident, I cry at the drop of a hat, and I see no way of having a life again. My DH is a good soul who thinks he can talk me out of it. (He doesn't understand depression at all.) That makes me feel more hopeless.
Most of my other family says things like: I took care of my children without help, why can't you? Like the past year has been a typical new-mother experience!
Most recently, I'm having spurts of anger/frustration. Nothing new to me, but I've never boiled over while holding my child before! I wasn't frustrated AT him, but I threw something while holding him and scared him! I knew then that I was losing it, so I put him in the P&P (I never do that, so he was appalled), went into my bedroom, closed the door and threw things. I made a 1" divet in the linoleum in my bathroom and ruined a wall. I dread explaining that to DH! I'm scared that I am capable of that, and I'm scared that that's what I've been supressing.
Any thoughts or suggestions??
TIA...







