As I gazed at the smudge from my slipper on the wall—a remnant of a chaotic day months ago—I looked down at my little one and knew it was time to reach out for assistance.
That smudge was born from an unfortunate mishap involving a stockpot full of sauce and meatballs that happened to include some rather sharp glass shards from a shattered lid. Picture this: the lid exploded just an hour before the family Christmas gathering I had volunteered to host, merely six weeks postpartum. I took off through the house like a whirlwind, slippers flying as I grabbed my keys and dashed out the door, leaving my husband wide-eyed and holding our baby. My mouth? Let’s just say my outburst could’ve made a sailor blush.
The Struggles Begin
It all started a few months into my pregnancy. Between the morning sickness and the monumental task of growing a human, I quickly realized I wasn’t enjoying this journey. I dreaded the unsolicited comments and the constant attention. I missed waking up without nausea and sitting down without dozing off. I felt lonely and ashamed for not wanting to celebrate my pregnancy like everyone else. Instead, I fantasized about hiding away until my daughter arrived.
Though I had heard about postpartum depression, I thought I was just being selfish since I was still pregnant. After all, I knew friends who had faced miscarriages and long, arduous paths to conception. How could I complain? Little did I know that prenatal depression existed—sharing many symptoms with postpartum depression. Instead of seeking help, I plastered on a smile in public, while at home, I cried frequently and experienced anxiety attacks that left me gasping for air. I was so stressed that I got shingles, and I feared my daughter would enter this world with a mother who was a complete wreck.
The reality of pregnancy is often a contrast; for those of us who don’t experience the famed “pregnancy glow,” it can feel like we have to fake it just the same.
Reaching Out for Support
After giving birth, my emotional state became increasingly fragile, but I brushed it off as typical new mom stress. One March morning, covered in baby vomit and trying to balance work emails with a crying baby, I felt my emotional world crumble. Sitting on the floor, staring at that footprint on the wall, I decided to make a pivotal choice.
I called my doctor.
Through tears, I explained how I was feeling. She asked me how soon I could come in, and when I arrived for my appointment, her words made me wish I had sought help sooner. “You are incredibly strong. Just look at how far you’ve come without giving up. But what about your quality of life right now?” She suggested therapy and prescribed a low dose of anti-anxiety medication, assuring me it wouldn’t be forever. Gradually, over the following months, I began to emerge from my emotional pit. I started to realize that as a new mom, taking care of myself was paramount. Neglecting my own well-being in pursuit of “normalcy” was damaging me and my family.
You Are Not Alone
So, to all the expectant mothers out there feeling the need to stay silent about your struggles, I hear you loud and clear. You are not a monster for finding pregnancy challenging, even if you have no visible complications. You are absolutely deserving of motherhood and will be a loving parent—but you don’t have to just “tough it out” and pretend everything’s fine.
Seek help. Find a therapist. Talk to your doctor about your mental and emotional needs during pregnancy, not just the physical aspects. Voice your feelings and share them with trusted friends and family. You don’t have to navigate this journey alone.
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