In that photo, do I appear frightened? I honestly can’t recall if I felt that way, especially given the impact of the pain medications post C-section—which, let me tell you, are quite strong. I do remember thinking the hospital food was the best I’d ever tasted, only to realize weeks later that it was the same bland meals. Apparently, pain meds give me the munchies!
It’s no surprise I felt overwhelmed and a touch scared. I thought it was normal to feel terror when responsible for two newborns. What if I made mistakes? What if I scarred them for life? What if they grew up as fans of the rival sports team? The struggle is real, friends.
Looking back, alarm bells should have gone off when, just days after giving birth, I found myself yelling at a nurse, losing my cool with family, and experiencing a panic attack that required my doctor to sit on the floor with me, holding my hand, while my partner took me out for coffee. I chalked it up to hormones and assumed I’d bounce back. Boy, was I wrong.
I was more concerned about the possibility of depression—I recognized those signs and knew what to do if I felt sad. I didn’t realize that anxiety would steal the joy from my new role as a mother.
In hindsight, there were many clear indicators, but at the time, I focused on just getting through the day. I meticulously scrubbed 20 bottles every day, ensuring they were assembled perfectly, convinced that an error would lead to disaster. I panicked if I saw fewer than three unopened tubs of formula in the cabinet, despite knowing one tub lasted about four days. I have no clue what disaster I thought might prevent us from getting more formula within 12 days, but that fear felt very real.
One day, I left the boys in the car with my partner for a quick trip into the store. When I came out and couldn’t immediately spot the truck, I spiraled into a full-blown panic attack, convinced something terrible had happened or that my partner had taken off with the kids. In reality, he had merely parked to wait for me.
I wouldn’t dare leave the house for a short errand without packing ten diapers and four bottles—that should have been enough for at least eight hours. I have no idea what I thought might keep us at the store that long, but I was convinced calamity awaited us if I didn’t prepare.
As my boys grew, my anxieties evolved. I transitioned from worrying about their nourishment to fretting that they were lagging behind in development due to my inadequate parenting. When they weren’t walking or talking by their 15-month check-up, I panicked. It turned out they were indeed behind, enough to qualify for early intervention programs in our state.
I felt like a failure as a mother. I was lost and felt like a fraud. How could someone as capable as me be struggling so much?
It wasn’t until the boys were two years old that I finally recognized the disconnect between my reality and my perceptions. I spent those two years paralyzed by fear, overwhelmed by any shifts in routine or new challenges.
If any of this resonates, please don’t wait two years like I did. Acknowledge that something might be wrong. You haven’t failed; you’re not a bad mom. The complexities of body chemistry can be overwhelming, but help is available. You are not alone. In fact, research shows that postpartum anxiety is often more common than the widely recognized postpartum depression.
Remember, you are not alone. I sought help and have made significant progress in just a few months. The hardest part was admitting I needed my doctor’s support. To my relief, he didn’t think I was crazy or a bad parent. He understood my struggles, guided me through treatment options, and offered his assistance.
You can overcome this. A trip to the mall doesn’t have to require hours of planning and multiple bags. A simple cough doesn’t mean your child is in danger. A minor bump on the head is usually not catastrophic.
Today, my boys are thriving—curious, witty, and intelligent. I still have some worries about their future sports allegiances, but I’m learning to accept that I can’t control everything.
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Summary:
Postpartum anxiety can be a daunting challenge for new mothers, often overshadowing the joys of motherhood. It’s essential to recognize that feeling overwhelmed is common and that seeking help is a sign of strength. With support, mothers can learn to manage their anxieties and embrace the beautiful, albeit chaotic, journey of parenthood.