Blue green mama

In a recent post, I mentioned the possibility of starting another blog, one entitled Blue Green Mama.  While I don’t intend to start another blog, the title is worth a post, because it alludes to postpartum adjustment issues.

Ironically, I started reading blogs, and later writing my own, because of a blogger who wrote very openly about her own struggles with postpartum depression.  Yet, when my blues set in 2-3 weeks postpartum, my initial reaction was denial.  I’ve taken psychology classes, my mom’s a social worker, I’m somewhat familiar with the depression screening inventories – nope, not me.  Sure, there are some pretty low lows, but sometimes I feel okay, and I’m still getting out of bed in the morning, and semi-functioning, and I’m an exhausted new mom . . . this is normal, right?

Normal only in the sense that many women experience some form of “baby blues,” but not in the sense that it’s okay, or just something I had to struggle through on my own.  However, in my denial, struggling through it on my own is more or less what I did for several weeks.

Gabriel’s smiles finally snapped me out of my denial.  He started smiling around nine weeks, this adorable little grin, yet I found myself so emotionally drained that I often couldn’t return those smiles, and that made me feel even worse.  Until that point, I didn’t think my problem affected anyone other than me, but now it limited my ability to interact with my baby.

I contacted Mother-to-Mother, a local postpartum adjustment resource, and started to realize that maybe I didn’t have to feel this way – I only wish that I’d made the call earlier.  After calls to various counselors, wading through insurance coverage issues, and some deliberation, I settled on seeing an “out-of-network” counselor who came highly recommended.

I’m pretty sure (and this is not just the denial speaking) that I don’t have full-blown postpartum depression, but some degree of postpartum adjustment disorder.  Either way, there is help available — I don’t have to feel this way.  I started counseling last week, and while it won’t happen overnight, things ARE going to get better.

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7 Responses to Blue green mama

  1. EcoCatLady says:

    Well, I’m not one to toss around the N word – “normal” – but I don’t personally see how anyone could just sail through such a massive transition without feeling at least some level of depression. I mean, no matter how much you may want the “new life” that you’ve just signed up for, there’s still the “old life” that you’re leaving behind, and there’s gonna be a grieving process no matter what. I experienced something very similar when I first quit my job. It totally threw me for a loop because I was expecting to feel nothing but happiness and bliss as I entered my new “permanent vacation” lifestyle, so I was pretty shocked by the complete existential crisis that the whole thing provoked.

    Don’t get me wrong… I know having a baby and quitting your job are not even close to the same thing, and I wouldn’t pretend to know how you feel, but I’m really glad that you’re getting help, because suffering in silence won’t do anybody any good. Hang in there, I’m pullin’ for you!

    • Melissa @ HerGreenLife says:

      There’s definitely a parallel, as far as both events being major life changes that you might think you’re somewhat prepared for, and then, when it hits, you’re caught completely off guard.

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