I never envisioned myself as a mother. Growing up, I was the youngest in my family, and the thought of raising children never truly resonated with me. In my early twenties, while in a long-term relationship, I often found myself rolling my eyes at the inquiries about marriage and kids. “That’s just not who I am,” I would respond. And honestly, it wasn’t.
Fast forward to my late twenties, where travel and nightlife consumed my life until I met someone special. Our romance was electrifying, and before long, I found myself pregnant. That’s when everything took a turn for the worse. When I first saw the positive pregnancy test, it felt like the world was crashing down. Being a staunch advocate for choice, I immediately considered an abortion.
My boyfriend, supportive as he was, seemed genuinely thrilled at the idea of starting a family. I felt a flicker of excitement too—what if this was a beautiful new chapter? Ultimately, I decided to continue with the pregnancy.
However, the reality was far from what I had envisioned. The first trimester brought not only relentless nausea but also a heavy cloud of depression that I had never experienced before. My mood swings were extreme; one moment I felt euphoric and the next I was consumed by dark thoughts. My boyfriend noticed something was off, but he didn’t grasp the depth of my struggle. The growing fetus felt like a distant concept, and when I experienced some bleeding at work, I felt a mix of sheer terror and an odd sense of relief—maybe this wasn’t meant to be.
A hospital visit confirmed that everything was alright with the pregnancy, but I was unable to bond with the life inside me. My boyfriend became increasingly excited about our future child while I remained resistant to referring to the fetus as my baby. I found solace in stories of women who had similar feelings but eventually found love for their unborn children. Still, my second threatening abortion led to losing my job, adding to my stress as my boyfriend became the sole provider.
In an effort to bring some positivity into our lives, we decided to get married. It brought a brief moment of joy, but my depression lingered in the background. As I transitioned into my second trimester, I still felt lost. With no job and an overwhelming sense of isolation, I spent my days reading about pregnancy and watching daytime TV, often questioning, “How did I get here?”
When my husband took a job in Central Florida, we hoped the change would be beneficial, but it only deepened my loneliness. I spent countless hours alone, unpacking boxes and eagerly waiting for him to return home. I felt more disconnected from myself than ever before. Then came my birthday, along with the revelation that I was having a daughter. I was thrilled at the thought of having a little girl with whom I could share my life experiences.
My love for her blossomed until I noticed spotting a few weeks later. Alone at home, I drove myself to the hospital, where a nurse reassured me that everything seemed fine. I returned home relieved, but the bleeding worsened. In a panic, I rushed back to the ER, where I had my first glimpse of my baby in 3D. For a moment, all my fears faded, replaced by overwhelming joy.
The next day, as my husband and I prepared to head to Miami, something felt off. I experienced strange pains, which I initially dismissed. However, by the time we arrived, I could no longer ignore it. We rushed to Mount Sinai, where doctors delivered devastating news: I was going into premature labor. With a heart full of dread, we were told that our baby girl’s chances of survival were grim.
At 2 a.m., I gave birth to our tiny daughter, whom we named Sophia Grace. I never got to hold her, as she was whisked away to the NICU. The next morning, we received the heartbreaking news that she had passed away. It took me months to find love for her, only to have it snatched away. In retrospect, I recognize that my untreated depression played a significant role in my journey.
Antenatal depression affects 14-23% of pregnant individuals and can lead to serious complications like preterm labor and pregnancy loss. Perhaps if I had sought the mental health support I desperately needed, I would have had more time to cherish my daughter, even if just for a little while. Pregnancy is challenging enough, and no one should have to navigate it alone while battling depression. Help is available, and reaching out is a sign of strength.
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Summary:
Navigating pregnancy can be overwhelming, especially when depression casts a shadow over the experience. Jenna shares her personal journey of unexpected motherhood, grappling with mental health issues, and the profound loss of her daughter. She highlights the importance of seeking help and understanding that many individuals face similar battles during pregnancy.
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