This thread has saved my family! When ds was 5 mo, I realized I wasn't getting over the baby blues and knew something was up big time. I was depressed a few years ago, and I swore I would never go through that again and go see someone the next time. Well, this was the next time.
Everytime I read your threads I cried because I knew exactly how you all were feeling. I felt like you were me, and that the people answering you were extremely kind and so considerate. I really can't put it into words! Because of you, I got help.
Telling my dh was the hardest part. He didn't understand it, and was scared I would hurt the baby! But I was honest and can't say I didn't feel that way. I wanted to run away or "accidentally" hurt myself in the kitchen with a knife so I could escape to the hospital where people would take care of me 24-7 and I wouldn't have to worry about the world or taking care of the baby. I thought it would be nice if the baby would just shut up (I hate those words) for a few hours so I could sleep. In fact, I couldn't sleep; I don't think I slept until he was 8 months old (we're talking 3hours straight here). It was really hard. This acknowledgement, plus the fact that my father and brother both suffer from depression said we needed to take this seriously.
I think we got it before things got really bad. I never hurt myself or the baby, and I actually started to enjoy everything again. We have since moved closer to family too, and the support has been awesome. I have started to wean, but slowly, and things are going very well so far. My baby and family are beautiful, and I love life like I did before. The cloud has definitely lifted.
Thank you MDC and all of you, and for those that are having a hard time, speaking about it is the hardest step. I am so glad I did
Everytime I read your threads I cried because I knew exactly how you all were feeling. I felt like you were me, and that the people answering you were extremely kind and so considerate. I really can't put it into words! Because of you, I got help.
Telling my dh was the hardest part. He didn't understand it, and was scared I would hurt the baby! But I was honest and can't say I didn't feel that way. I wanted to run away or "accidentally" hurt myself in the kitchen with a knife so I could escape to the hospital where people would take care of me 24-7 and I wouldn't have to worry about the world or taking care of the baby. I thought it would be nice if the baby would just shut up (I hate those words) for a few hours so I could sleep. In fact, I couldn't sleep; I don't think I slept until he was 8 months old (we're talking 3hours straight here). It was really hard. This acknowledgement, plus the fact that my father and brother both suffer from depression said we needed to take this seriously.
I think we got it before things got really bad. I never hurt myself or the baby, and I actually started to enjoy everything again. We have since moved closer to family too, and the support has been awesome. I have started to wean, but slowly, and things are going very well so far. My baby and family are beautiful, and I love life like I did before. The cloud has definitely lifted.
Thank you MDC and all of you, and for those that are having a hard time, speaking about it is the hardest step. I am so glad I did
s mama.
