My experience with childbirth was quite challenging—after 30 hours of labor, I ended up with a c-section. To add to the difficulty, I faced breastfeeding challenges since my little one had a tongue tie, and then we battled colic. It was a lot to bear. I share this because I feel the need to validate my postpartum anxiety.
Around six weeks after Lily’s arrival, the weight of everything hit me hard. The sleep deprivation, endless crying, and constant worry became overwhelming. Each morning, I woke up feeling an unshakeable sense of dread. It was as if a heavy weight was pressing down on me while my mind was racing in every direction. The thought of simply walking to the shower felt like a marathon.
Society often portrays those early days with a newborn as the happiest times of your life. While I felt an immense love for Lily, I was also paralyzed by anxiety and fear. I managed to care for her, but I neglected myself completely. I wasn’t eating or sleeping; food had no taste and sleep was elusive. My mind was consumed by worry, racing through a list of potential disasters. I could care for Lily but felt like I was merely going through the motions.
I avoided social interactions, fearing others would expect me to be the glowing new mother, which was far from my reality. I kept convincing myself that this was simply the baby blues and that it would eventually fade away. But instead, it spiraled out of control. I felt like a terrible mother, incapable of handling this new chapter. The shame was suffocating. I vividly recall a moment when my mom had to feed me yogurt, and I couldn’t even manage to swallow.
One morning, I realized I might actually collapse from the combination of sleep deprivation and not eating. My heart was racing, and my mind was foggy—I had forgotten to eat for a whole day. That was my breaking point. I desperately wanted to improve for my family, especially for Lily, but I couldn’t do it alone. My husband and family recognized my struggles and urged me to seek help; they were hurting just watching me suffer.
So, I reached out to my midwife and began a course of medication that was safe for breastfeeding. I also joined a support group. It felt like baby steps, and the two weeks it took for the medication to kick in felt like an eternity. Gradually, I began to feel a little more like myself. Even now, some days are still a challenge. Anxiety about the future and trying new things with Lily lingers, but I push through it.
I wish I hadn’t struggled for so long. I wish I’d known more about postpartum anxiety. I had always heard about postpartum depression, but I didn’t identify with that—I was overwhelmed with a worry so intense that it immobilized me. What if she cried endlessly? What if I couldn’t soothe her? What if my milk supply was insufficient? My mind was a whirlwind of fears that never allowed me to rest.
I want to tell other mothers that they are not alone. Experiencing postpartum anxiety or depression doesn’t make you any less of a mother (I still remind myself of this regularly). I am strong. I never stopped mothering Lily, even if it was through pumping and bottle-feeding. Every day, I shower her with love despite my anxiety.
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In summary, postpartum anxiety is a challenging journey that many mothers face. It’s crucial to recognize the signs, seek help, and know that you are not alone in this experience.
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