Writing about postpartum depression is weird for so many reasons. First, because it seems like such a personal problem, like some kind of weakness that I have been embarrassingly unable to conquer. And secondly, because I don't even feel like I struggle with it 99% of the time.
The truth is, I didn't know that I had depression until August was almost three months old. I wasn't listless, hopeless, or weepy. I wasn't depressed in the way that you picture. In fact, I was (and am!) generally really happy. I'd say 90% of the time, I am really happy.
I had a few other subtler symptoms, that I attributed to other things, like lack of sleep and a post-baby body.
First, I started to have really low self-esteem. I would see myself naked in the mirror and feel physically repulsed by my body. I had never had this problem before, despite extreme body changes from pregnancy with and nursing twins. But when I brought this up to other women, their advice was exactly the same, 100% of the time. They said, "Don't look at yourself naked in the mirror."
Like, "We know. It sucks. We all feel that way."
And since apparently every other woman in the world hated their body, and since I'd just had a baby and had saggy skin and giant, deformed milky breasts - I accepted this new body loathing and moved on.
I also had zero sex drive. Again, this is pretty normal right after a baby. Except that I had always wanted more kids, and now I found myself thinking "We'll just have to adopt, since I will never have sex again. Never ever." The very idea of possibly having sex again someday would give me a massive panic attack, and I would start hyperventilating and crying. "Never ever. I will never, ever, ever have sex again."
I even accidentally said those words out loud to Travis once, whose feelings were extremely hurt. So then, in addition to that low-body image and low-sex drive, I also felt some serious guilt creeping in.
But the real change, the quiet one that I didn't notice for several months- was that I was angry. I was so angry at my kids.
I've always been a pretty patient mom. I try really hard to let my kids be kids. Get messy, creative, be noisy, silly, crazy, and have fun.
If they want to use the hose to make a mud pit in the back yard and roll through it? Childhood!
They want to finger paint on each other's naked bodies and oops! they didn't use finger paint, but some other kind of paint that never comes off? Childhood!
The floors are lava and they need to jump from couch to couch all day? Childhood!
They can apparently only speak in silly voices and I need to sing everything I say? I will oblige, because Childhood!
But I started losing that patience. One of my children would whine, and instead of quietly asking them, "Can you think of a better way to ask me that?" I would snap.
"Everybody to bed. Right now. No whining in my house! Get out of here, get your little butt to your room."
Immediately. No second chances, no gentle reminders. I was through. I was finished with one tiny misstep.
Things that would have made me laugh and post a funny picture to Instagram (like a box of cereal being dumped out on the floor) would make me unbelievably angry.
Travis said, "I noticed that you're being really hard on the boys, Becky. You don't have a lot of patience these days."
And I was ready to kill him for that. OF COURSE, I didn't have patience! I have three children! One of whom wakes up every three hours to nurse! I haven't slept for more than four hours in a row for months. I'm exhausted. I just need everyone to be clean and quiet for a few days. Is that so much to ask?
But then one day, when Travis was out of town, Grey spilled his smoothie. On accident. And I was furious. I picked him up and carried him wordlessly to the bathroom. I set him in the tub. I told him to stay there and clean himself up. I went back to the kitchen and stared at that smoothie on the floor, feeling so angry I could hardly see. And you guys, that was an accident. I have accidentally spilled many things in my day. But I couldn't calm down. I just stared at that mess, fuming.
I eventually pulled myself together and cleaned it up, but I mentioned it to Travis. It was weird that I was so angry. It was unlike me. It felt foreign and unconquerable.
Two days later, I hit the fan and realized that something was wrong.
In an effort to better see the birds on our roof, Micah had overturned the bin of dirty cloth diapers onto the floor so he could use the bucket as a stool.
I came into my room and saw dirty diapers strewn around the corner. There was even a little speck of poop on one of my baseboards.
And I lost it. I started yelling, practically screaming at my poor, cowering little three year old.
I went and got him a rag and bottle of cleaner and made him put all the diapers back in the bucket, and clean up that poop speck, and while he cleaned- I yelled at him.
It was almost like watching myself make bad choices. This little part in the back of my brain was saying, "Becky. Stop. Calm down. You are over reacting. You need to stop yelling at him, it was an accident. He is three. He's trying to fix it. Stop yelling."
But the other, bigger part of my brain was too busy screaming, "BUT I AM SO ANGRY."
And I was. I was so, so unbelievably angry.
I finally locked myself in the bathroom and cried, and Googled things like, "Postpartum Anger."
I called my doctor, and -after assuring her that I didn't feel violent towards my children (only an insane desire to yell at them constantly)- she sent me to a therapist/MD for postpartum depression.
Turns out, Rage is actually a really common symptom of depression.
Three days after I started Deplin, I felt super awesome. I felt like a veil had been lifted. I could laugh at things again. I was the silly, song-singing, book-reading, play-acting Mama again instead of the insane monster that wanted to hide from her kids when they started whining. I didn't cringe when I saw myself in the mirror. I could contemplate sex without bursting into tears.
I couldn't believe that it had taken me three months to realize that something was wrong. I took Deplin every day for a few weeks, but then - it turns out- we're super poor. So I decided to just use the cheaper knock-off version, which is Methylfolate without any added anti-depressants.
And that worked just as well for me for over a month. I just needed that extra folate to help me regulate my mood. Until Travis left again.
I think when he travels for work, my depression and anxiety kick it up a notch. And my kids, who always act out when he leaves, become extra naughty.
So it turns out to be more than I can handle. And it's hard. It's weird that I don't immediately notice what's happening. Yesterday was the worst. THE WORST.
The last three days without Travis have been total hell. My kids have gotten naughtier, and naughtier, and I've gotten angrier and angrier. We just kept building it up and one-upping each other.
"Oh? You screamed at me for forty-five minutes because I bought you a donut but we went through the drive through instead of into the shop? Let's see how you like to sit on the couch and listen to a half-shouted half-hour lecture about right and wrong."
"Really, Mom? You wanted to yell at me about how it's wrong to yell? How do you feel about having milk poured on your floor, and sewing machine oil squirted on the couch? Does that make you angry? How about when I bite my brother, or throw tools at you while you're on the phone?"
YES. THOSE THINGS MAKE ME ANGRY.
And it wasn't until I was lying in bed at 4 am looking at all your sympathetic comments on Instagram that I realized that my depression was back. Duh. Why didn't I recognize it this time?
It's so hard and weird, because my feelings of anger are actually not that irrational and my emotions are valid, even if they are exaggerated and out of the ordinary. Right? But at the same time, I want to be able to teach my children with love and not threats. I want to be able to feel happy during the day instead of pissed off.
So today, I am going to call the pharmacy and pick up another order of my drugs. And I'm going to say a prayer for patience. And I'm going to take my kids to the zoo.
And I decided to write this blog post for you, because I wanted to share what I've been struggling with and say: it's okay to admit that something is wrong and that you're not yourself. I'm trying really hard not to sweep this under the rug as something embarrassing. Depression is a sickness. People aren't embarrassed to need medicine for pneumonia, right?
We just feel like our mind is our self, so much more than our body is our self. If I lose a leg, I'm still me! But if I lose my mind, who am I? So, let's raise our glasses to not losing our minds!
And if you wanna call me, I could probably use a friendly call today. And if you need a friend, I promise not to yell at you.
I feel for you, I have been in a battle with PPD for 5 years. I haven't gone to get any medication so it's awesome to hear that you have. I should have when my husband was deployed, I don't know how I made it through that year with 2 toddlers and a newborn. I know your feelings and I totally understand. Keep your head up (even though I HATE when people say it as I'm sure you do), I know it's a tough battle. 5 years and 4 kids later I am finally starting to feel the veil lift without meds, please take care of yourself and take the meds. I didn't and I feel my kids have suffered.
Wow. Reading this made me realize that I might have this too!! I keep thinking to myself, "Why am I so angry!" My daughter is 10 months old and my rage is mostly targeted toward my husband and my daughter when she dumps fingernail polish on hardwood floors. I thought it was just me and I need to get a grip… because it is not everyday. Now that I am thinking about it I think it hits around midway through my cycle. Thanks for sharing and I hope you know that you helped at least one person think that they're not a complete monster… It might be my hormones!
This is good to read. I know I'm not postpartum anything, obviously, unless some crazy Doctor Who shiz happened, but still very good to read. Thanks for sharing dearest. xoxo
I am currently pregnant with number 3 & i could've written this post! For the past 6 months or so I feel like I've just been so rude to my kids. The smallest things make me lose it. I'm glad to hear I'm not alone & if it continues when baby gets here next month I will head to the doctor asap thanks to your post!!
You don't know me, but I like to read your blog. This are thing happened to me post miscarriage five years ago- like the exact same symptoms. And I didn't realiZe it at the time either. It wasn't until a couple if months after the miscarriage, when I started to feel normal again, that I realized it. I life that you wrote this because I think so many women feel terrible for having ppd and it's nothing anyone can help. And I think it's important for women, and people in general, to know that when they need medical help it's ok and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
I can very much relate to this article.mi know already that I battle with depression, but I have never thought of rage being one of the symptoms. Why don't thy list that when they ask all those postpartum questions? Thank you for being brave enough to write this.
Ugh. I'm just sitting here sobbing because I know this so completely and I hate that I do. My last pregnant changed me.. Something snapped and it's never gone back. I have happy times, and the past month or so has been *better* ... I just hate that I am so angry and annoyed all the time when I am one of the most patient people usually. I'm scared though to go on medication. I'm scared of potential side effects and I'm scared of having to be on it for the rest of my life. Like, what if it never goes away? But what if I don't go on medication... And it never goes away? :( ahhhhhh I just wish there was some magic button for all of this stuff. Hang in there - I'm crossing my fingers you survive until Travis gets back!
It is hard to be a woman. I was like what you describe way too often when my kids were small. I think we are stuck with hormones from hell, and they change throughout the month for years. If you find something that works, take it. Just know you are loved and take your breaks when you can.
I don't have any words of wisdom, but thanks for being willing to self examine and be real. Know you have an army of moms praying for you and your kiddos and Travis.
This is....me. To a T. I have always had an angry streak in me. But after having my first son....things changed. My fiancé says to me all the time, "you never used to be this way. Why are you so angry?". I know he is no trying to make me feel bad. I think he is just trying to help me see that something is not right. I am not sure why, but my daughter makes me so happy. All the time, sure she has her moments of naughtiness, but I rarely freak out at her. But it's her older brother that infuriates me. And I know that it is because we are so alike, and then different in other ways. We butt heads everyday, all day. He craves the mommy and me time, and is never give it to him. And even when I do, he has this defense mechanism set automatically, And now with baby number 3 on the way....I can just see the stress and the anger building up even more. I flip out at the littlest stuff. Stupid and trivial stuff. I am going to talk to my doctor at my next appt. I know I am depressed. Now I need to figure out ways to manage it...even if it means meds are in order. Thanks for posting this Becky.
Yes, that's how it was for me too. I felt unbelievably overwhelmed and very, very angry. After I had my second child, I got really really angry at my daughter. She was doing typical acting out stuff and I just could not handle it. I'd get so angry I was shaking.
It gets better, way better. It was a rough time though. I was ashamed and so I kept it a secret and only talked about it with my husband.
I think it's really brave of you to put this out here. I hope you receive nothing but well-deserved support because goodness, we've all been there.
Thank you for being so brave to post this. It is refreshing to read a struggle so close to my heart! I will say that having twin toddlers, and then having a baby, is just SO DAMN HARD. Like, some days I just wonder how I can get through the day...and I literally count down the hours until its 7pm and I put them to bed even when they aren't tired. Just so they will get out of my space. And I get jealous when I see other kids' back to school pictures because my kids aren't in school yet. And I get jealous when my neighbors' husbands get home at 5pm when my hubby is never home at all. It is just SO HARD and yet I feel guilty wishing my kids would just grow up already. You are such a good mom Becky! You will get through this! Your boys seem so happy and content and you are definitely doing everything right!!
De-lurking to send love and prayers. My twins are five weeks old and I have been following your (wonderful) blog throughout my pregnancy. I have such anxiety during my times alone with my babies and become so stressed out and frustrated when they both have a need that I can't solve at the same time with my two hands! I don't know how you do it with three and with a husband who travels! My hat is off to you for managing all that you do and for being so forthcoming about how it really is!
(long time reader. love you)
i suffered from really severe postpartum depression and psychosis. i had to be admitted to lds hospital psych floor. (big ole story on my blog if you want to commiserate with someone who gets it.)
postpartum is freaking hard. and i only have one child. i can't imagine taking care of TWO toddlers and an infant. my advice would be to keep taking the antidepressants. it's better for you to stay steady on them instead of going on and off. (i know, insurance is a b word. ) but your happiness and sanity is worth the money. also, have you gone to therapy? i know a really great therapist through lds family service, and your ward will pay for it. (her name is jessica berrio and she is at the sandy location.)
also, i'm so happy your wrote about your experience and feelings. you are so strong! you are so brave! i had no idea how many women around me suffered from PPD until it happened to me, and they started sharing their stories. it helps us all to know we aren't alone. thank you! i hope you continue to feel better and really hope you get some consistent sleep soon. :)
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