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In that picture I look like I have no cares in the world and am the most pleased person you will ever meet, right? गलत! So very wrong! I have suffered from depression for years and it gets much worse after I have babies. I had it after I had Devin, but was in denial and did not get treatment. Luckily, I was able to work through it by going back to work and being “away” for a few hours a day. After I had Makenzie though, I was not able to work through it alone. My PPD began after I had to have an appendectomy not even three weeks after giving birth through csection to Makenzie. I think it was just too much on my body. I sank into a deep depression and had panic attacks at night when my spouse would leave for work. I would be fine one minute and raging mad the next. I never thought of hurting anybody thank goodness (that’s actually post partum psychosis- something much worse than PPD), but there were several times when I just couldn’t think of how I was going to be alone in the house at night when David was at work with these five kids to be responsible for. I would have bad dreams about “forgetting” Makenzie at the mall and wake up in a panic thinking it wasn’t a dream. That’s when I knew I needed help.
I called my OB and he put me on zoloft. It has been a wonder drug. I could practically tell a difference right away and a few weeks after being on it, David thanked me for taking it- LOL (guess he discovered a bit of a difference too) I’ve had to up the dosage once so far thanks to my body getting “used” to it- but all in all it’s been a amazing improvement. and the best of all… zoloft is considered safe during breastfeeding so I am allowed to take it while nursing. I still have good days and bad days, but on the meds there are much more good days than bad. and I’m pleased to report that I no longer have strange dreams about “forgetting” Makenzie, or anybody else for that matter
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I’m posting this in case some of you reading this are like I used to be and are ashamed to call your DR and tell them you have PPD. I thought I had to be a supermom and be able to deal with everything with grace and if I didn’t then I was a failure as a mom. I’ve because learned that I would have failed had I not gotten help. Calling my OB was very tough; admitting I had PPD was even tougher… but I’m pleased I had the courage to get the help I needed. So is my family
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