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Posted @withrepost • @addyess POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION. . Feelings of inadequacy. Intrusive thoughts. Inescapable fear. Shame. Resentment. Constant irritability. Uncontrollable anger. Lack of control. Period. Paralyzing anxiety. Relentless fatigue. Body dysmorphia. Self-hatred. Inability to enjoy life. Crippling guilt. So. Much. Guilt. . . POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION. . Is not a choice. Is not a sin issue. Does not mean you're weak. Does not make you unrepentant. Does not make you a bad mother. Or spouse. Or person. It doesn't mean you don't love your kids. It doesn't mean you hate being a mom. It doesn't mean you're suicidal. Or homicidal. (Although that may be a reality for some.) It doesn't mean you should stop having children. It doesn't discriminate. But ... It. Does. NOT. Define. You. . AND YOUR STORY DOESN'T HAVE TO END HERE. . Friends, listen up. We need to break the silence and bring awareness to something that's very real and very scary for women all around you. I am just one of the MANY faces of PPD/PPA, and I've found that this is not a one-size-fits-all type of thing. It's a beast that presents itself in so many different ways and we need to know that we aren't alone. YOU aren't alone! . I love Jesus with my WHOLE heart, and yet I need medication to combat ppd. I'm certainly not saying that is the answer for everyone, but whole heartedly believe that is the right thing for ME. And I refuse to be ashamed of taking care of my mental health for the sake of my babies, my husband, myself. The need for medication does not mean I'm not a strong believer, it doesn't mean my faith is small or my prayer life is lacking. It doesn't mean I'm taking the easy way out. It just means that my body has been through a whole heck of a lot in the past 5 years, and I've got a little hormonal imbalance to show for it. . If you or anyone you know is struggling, please swallow your pride, stand up to your fears, and get help. You don't have to live in those dark spaces any longer. We are all in this motherhood thing together. . You are loved more than you can imagine, and stronger than you may think. But above all, and please hear me on this ... YOU ARE WORTH IT.

⁣ UN RECORDATORIO // Para esos días pesados, los que te hacen querer tirar la toalla, que te hacen cuestionar hasta la decisión más pequeña, recuerda esto: ⁣ A ti fue a quien te prestaron a estos niños. A ti. A nadie mas que a ti. Se te fueron prestados porque tú eres quien ellos necesitan. Solo tú eres quien tiene el alma necesaria para amarlos en sus peores momentos. Solo tú tienes el amor y la motivación para darles todo lo que necesitan. Solo tú tienes el corazón para despertar cada mañana y volverlo a hacer todo de nuevo, aún cuando estás exhausta. Solo tú tienes la sonrisa y el tacto que necesitan para calmarse en momentos de frustración. Solo tú eres su seguridad y su comfort. Tú eres de ellos y ellos son tuyos. ❤️⁣ En días pesados, que parecen no acabar, que no hubo siestas exitosas, que tiraron la comida, rallaron la paredes, ensuciaron su ropa, y te hacen cuestionarte a ti como mamá, recuerda esto. ⁣❤️ Te prestaron a estos niños a ti, por ser tú. ⁣ Y solo tú sabes ser madre para ellos. ⁣ ⁣ Cuando ni hacer pipí puedes hacer sola. Parece que necesitas supervisión de todo lo que haces 24/7. ⁣ Y cuando si puedes ir sola, de verdad que parece como si recargaras un poco de pila, despejas tu mente aunque sea 2 minutos, te concentras en ti, te ves al espejo, te lavas las manos y cara, te refrescas, te secas, y vámonos! ⁣ A seguirle! A correr, entretener, a ser el caballito, malabarista, futbolista, mueble y demás! ‍♀️ ‍♀️⚽️⁣ ⁣ “Mijito, ve a jugar, ya voy, solo voy a hacer pipí...” ‍♀️⏳⁣ ⁣ Les pasa? Estoy segura que no soy la única, LAS LEO ❤️

The craziest crazy of them all, my husband Ankur. This man in the past 5 years has stood by me in the lowest of the lows and together we have accomplished the highest of the highs. FIVE YEARS, the number 5 doesn’t seem so long, but you better believe we have been high-fiving one another all day!! We have become nonjudgmental friends, sympathetic partners, motivating business partners, and parents to our crazies who appreciate late night meals more than ever! So thankful for the way that maharaj and swami have grown us together and individually. Damn! FIVE YEARS, we’ve persevered to follow most of our career ambitions, republic roots is almost 4 years old, we survived an unbelievably high risk pregnancy, we were gifted BrahmAnand, and me, myself, and I kicked post partum depressions ass twice in 2 years! Long story short, we survived and are more excited about what’s to come than ever! Here’s to us enjoying a ton of elaborate midnight “snacks” and keeping our fridge full of a never-ending supply of, blackberry lime sparkling water! 8.10.14 Robbinsville, NJ ❤️

In those first few months—even longer than that, I realized this. I needed a break, but I didn’t feel like anyone could be trusted. They wouldn’t be as cautious, careful, gentle, informed, and the list goes on. It can be crippling because it requires you to be “on” 24/7. . . What was helpful? Not beating myself for feeling how I did. I also worked to establish confidence in others. This required education, explanation of my expectations, describing some of my fears, practicing being away for short durations, checking in when necessary, and utilizing mantras and affirmations. . . It’s easier these days to trust, but I recognize how hard it can be early on. Don’t put yourself down for having these feelings. I encourage you to lean into that fear. Use it to create a plan rather than avoiding what scares you. . . Does this post apply to you? Is it hard for you to trust people with your child? Is it even hard for you to trust your partner with your child? Tell me about it

I hope that in this small space on social media, I can create a place where there’s no fear, no hesitation, and a strong sense of community. . . I wanted to share these fears. Sometimes when we speak our fears, we tear them down. We take away the power when we say it out loud. . . Can you share some of your fears about asking for help?

My wish for moms is to know there is no such thing as “normal”. You may hold your baby the minute after he or she is born, exhausted from hours of pushing. You may be under anesthesia during the c-section and watch them through glass before gently touching their paper-thin skin with one finger. You may get a call from a social worker in the middle of the night and take them in your arms at the front door. You may cradle your baby for the first time when nurses remove him from life support. Or you may never even meet her at all. No path is easy, no one is perfect, but every mom is right for their baby. Your fear, your sorrow, your joy, and your story are valid. If you don’t have someone to say it, I will: I’m so proud of you mama. ❤️ •••••• Photo & video of me holding JJ for the first time. I was overwhelmed with joy (see blotchy face and loud sniffling) to be holding her ALIVE. And I was filled with fear too. My heart stopped when they lifted her up to be placed on my chest. She was so much smaller than I had thought, so fragile. Like many of my memories of motherhood, this one is complex, but that’s OKAY! I can feel what I need to feel, as long as I don’t bring shame upon myself for doing so. Praying that all the mamas out there treat themselves with kindness and compassion. ❤️ •••••• #MyWishForMoms #unspokenstories #nicugrad #nicumom #infantloss #maternalmentalhealth #selfcompassion #dearnicumama

I get this question often and I thought I’d make it a post. We can get these confused or minimize the presence of postpartum depression because “that’s how everyone feels, right?” We say things like “well of course you feel that way, you’re probably sleep deprived.” This can absolutely be true. You can feel off because you haven’t been sleeping well, but what happens when you do get sleep? Does your mood improve? Is it hard to sleep even when given the opportunity? . . Sleep impairment is a symptom of postpartum depression, but it’s not the only symptom. It’s accompanied by a number of changes that vary from person to person. If you’re questioning this, it may be a good time to talk to someone. If you can feel better, seek it! Ask about it! Don’t stop until you feel the way you want to!

Symptoms are signals. They tell us something is off and needs to be tended to. When the light in our car goes off saying we need gas or the tire pressure is low, we respond (well, if you’re like me you may wait until the gas light is blinking red and yelling—“you’re about to stall sister!”). Why do we respond? Because we know that in order to use our car, we need fuel and to manage it’s needs. Right? . . Our body works similarly. It sends us messages telling us something needs to be adjusted and it’s up to us to tend to these needs. What happens if we don’t? Things fall apart, our health declines, the emotions we experience become magnified, and it’s like we’re broken down on the side of a deserted road. . . The next time you feel angry or irritable (any symptom really) try to lean in and understand it. Maybe it’s because you feel stretched too thin, or feel like something is unfair, or you don’t feel supported. Once you learn more about this, take the necessary steps to improve the situation. . . What do you with symptoms? Do you try and ignore them as long as possible? Or do you try and address them right away?

I get this question a lot. I recognize the question doesn’t come from a place of ill intent, but I want to share why it can be harmful. . . We don’t always know the set of circumstances someone is experiencing. We talk about having children like it’s easy. “Girl, knock them out back to back.” The problem with these statements is that some families choose not to have additional children. They choose for many reasons that one child is what they desire. We need to respect their decisions. Some families experience secondary infertility. They are physically unable to become pregnant and questions about growing their family can be hurtful. We talk about “the right time” or “perfect age gap” and it can be overwhelming for a mom (or family) that’s been trying for years to have another child. . . I’m one of these people ‍♀️ I cant explain how stressful it can be to deal with the personal guilt about giving my son a sibling and also managing questions from people I barely know. I’ve become really good at shutting these questions down, but I need you to understand something—I do not have to explain my fertility issues to anyone. So please stop asking.