Yep, thats my little JuJuBe sleeping, sucking her thumb. Thats our video monitor I got for Christmas. It can be linked to our TV and we can split-screen it. So everynight while Im here I have that to look at just to be sure she is okay :)
Okay so I'm not sure if I ever wrote about this yet (I tried to scan back through and I didn't see anything but who knows)....
ME... "HI, My name is Evie and I have Post Partum Depression!"
Everyone... "Hi Evie"
I don't believe I am still suffering from PPD but I 100% believe I was for a few weeks (weeks 2 through 5) of Josie's life. I was totally not me. I am in a study through Magee Women's Hospital and honestly felt a huge weight lift off my chest once I started talking about it.
How I felt: Trapped, Isolated, Suffocating, Alone, Empty and much more.
What I did: NOTHING - I refused to talk to anyone and did whatever I could to avoid conversations and lied to people and told them I felt fine. Was this because I was embarrassed, No. I think its just a way I dealt with it, I felt empty I had no feelings so I didn't want to talk about anything.
What helped: Well one day I was at my lowest I think and finally went outside while Derek was smoking and just started bawling my eyes out and talked with him in the freezing cold. I just didn't want to feel that way any longer. I wanted to be myself again.
I didn't have a severe case, I don't think, because I never got to the point of not wanting to care for Jossalyn I just didn't really care about her. (I know that sounds awful but its the truth) I nursed her and did everything I needed to do but I didn't feel attached to her or "overly" loving toward her. I was just there. I did however blame her for the way I felt, like "If I didn't have a baby I would be sleeping right now in bed with my husband" you know stupid stuff; Now do you see why I made such a big deal about actually falling in love with her?!
But worse I didn't care about myself or Derek. I just was going about each day, doing what I needed to to get through the day. Josie wasn't sleeping well yet so I was sleeping on the couch and Derek was in the bedroom so I never had any alone time with him and didn't sleep in my bed for almost 3 weeks. I wasn't sleeping (more than an hour or so at a time) so being sleep deprived really attributed to this. Derek would ask me what was wrong or if I wanted to talk and I would just say No or Nothing.
It was really odd though because I never really felt that way during the day but as soon as it started to get dark my chest started to feel really heavy and the tension in my head started to build. It was like I was terrified of being alone in the house with her for that long with no one to come in and help me. (Yes Derek was there but I breastfeed so really there is no help)
Truthfully if Derek's mom didn't come over every few days to sit with Josie while I showered or just went in sat by myself I think I would have been a lot worse off but she was a huge help. Even Derek's sister just told me she was worried about me because I "just wasn't me".
PPD is a serious issue that a lot of women have a lot worse than I did/do but I am just amazed that someone as 'upbeat' as me can also get this. Its not something that you just get though, its a hormonal imbalance.
I can tell that I still have a little bit of a problem though because I still get really bummed at night time - and Josie sleeps from 8-8 basically (imagine if she was up every 2/3 hours!) I just can't seem to shake the last bit of it but at least I am aware of it, right?
For example:
Tonight I went up my mom's for dinner with my gp's when Derek went to work. I just felt awful and wasn't very talkative. (Defiantly not like me :P) We have Lexi's baptism tomorrow and I don't have anything to wear that I can easily nurse in and that instantly made me feel shitty but I just down-spiraled after that. We were sitting around watching TV and the conversation of having more children came up. (after a long lecture on politics but that's a WHOLE different post but if you do know me you know I refuse to speak politics with my family) I said I didn't want more children. (at least not right now, maybe 3 years from now.. MAYBE)
All 3 of them; my mom, my gram & my pap, jumped down my throat. YOU HAVE TO HAVE MORE KIDS. I was shocked. I said I thought it would be irresponsible for us to have more kids that we can't afford. My mom actually said "Its irresponsible for you to NOT have more kids" and "What can't you afford, do you think that your dad and I could afford you guys, affording has nothing to do with it!" OMG REALLY!? Now if you know my family you know we are very fortunate to have my grandparents who are the financial backbone to our family but I couldn't believe this conversation. Then my pap had to pull a guilt trip on me "Take it from me, we learned our lesson the hard way" Side-note: My grandparents had two kids my mom and my uncle. Well, in 1994 my uncle committed suicide - he was bipolar.
I couldn't believe this conversation was happening. I just got quite and got up and started getting my stuff together to leave. My mom called me a "grouch" and asked what was wrong with me, "your always in such a bad mood" Granted I never told her I was diagnosed with PPD but you would think she would ask or be supportive about me being in a bad mood, NOPE!
She called me the other morning here was our conversation: (it was 8 am and I was half asleep and nursing Josie)
Her- "hi"
Me- "ugh, huff, Hi"
Her- "what are you doing"
Me- "nursing her"
Her- "whats wrong with you"
Me- "nothing I'm tired"
Her- "your always in such a bitchy mood, you know no one ever said this was going to be easy - WELCOME TO MOTHERHOOD"
Me- "Jesus Christ, what did you want"
I don't remember what was said after that, It was probably something dumb that could've waited or wasn't necessary or that she's told me a million times but hey whatever
And this is coming from the woman who used to make me this for breakfast, yum-o comfort food, Cream of Wheat with milk & sugar and a little bit of Chocolate syrup. She would draw hearts or an 'E' for Evie in it! (This was my after-dinner-snack today!)

Sometimes I just want to run away.
xoxox
P.s. She is laughing in her sleep right now, totally helped me feel better after writing all that! God, I really do love her!