Category Archives: Perinatal Mood Disorders

Medicating During Pregnancy

I know I’ve blogged on this topic prior to today but I wanted to draw attention to the topic again, following in the footsteps of Katherine Stone. She posted at her blog about The painful decision to medicate during Pregnancy and shares her feelings regarding her decision to medicate during her second pregnancy.

For me, having gone through a prior pregnancy after a severe bout of untreated postpartum depression and then relapsing as seriously as I did, staying on my meds was not a difficult decision. Like Katherine, I too knew the risks and had access to lots of educated opinions as well as studies. I knew the risks of stopping my meds as well and what potential that held in store for myself and my family. Not only would I be risking relapse during the postpartum period, but I risked depression during my pregnancy as well – which can lead to premature birth. My second daughter was born three and a half weeks early – and I was suffering from untreated depression. Untreated because I didn’t realize it and I am really good at covering things up.

So when this pregnancy reared up and bit us in the butt, we knew it was going to be an uphill battle. I was already on meds, already in therapy, and doing well but knowing I was facing another pregnancy scared the living daylights out of me. So we decided to stay on meds. It wasn’t even an option to go off them. Thankfully my OB fully supported my decision and has continued to stand behind me. We have not had any issues, no major defects were detected at our 20wk u/s, and things have progressed just fine. I pray that they continue to do so and that our son is born happy and healthy. I also pray that I won’t relapse this time.

Hoping for the best but definitely prepared for the worst!

“Clinical Depression is a luxury I can’t afford”

On October 30, 2007, a story was posted at the living section of www.cnn.com, written by Lisa Kogan, who writes for O magazine and www.oprah.com. The story is entitled “Funny Woman’s Unbelievably Busy Day.” Lisa Kogan is a single mother and her writing is vivid and snappy. However, when she gets to 4:02pm in her busy day, the entry reads as follows:

4:02 p.m. I get up again. I am ghostwriting a book, and four chapters are due by Wednesday morning. Clinical depression is a luxury I can’t afford.

And this is where i take issue with the article.

I have had clinical depression. A Major Depressive Episode topped off with OCD for some added excitement. I am here to tell you that in no way is Clinical depression a luxury. Now she may have been using the expression in a joking sarcastic manner, but that even makes it worse. As a mother who has suffered Postpartum depression, I have judged myself. I have felt as if others are judging me. I have been judged by others. It is a harsh cruel world. The Depression I experienced was anything but luxurious. I was unable to take care of myself, unable to shower, unable to care for my daughters, our dogs, my husband – and he bore the brunt of my outbursts. I was angry with him for no reason. He could say the nicest thing to me and I would yell at him. I spent a lot of time angry, a lot of time with horrible thoughts about myself and my daughters floating through my head. I finally landed in the hospital with my second round of this so called “luxury of depression.” Yes, I slept for two days which may sound luxurious, but trust me, sleeping at a mental ward is miles away from luxury. The pillows are as flat as paper, you are guaranteed roommates who may or may not be as sane as you currently perceive yourself to be, and worse yet, there are the other patients on the ward who are almost guaranteed to be well, frightening to a mother who’s not sure what exactly is wrong with her. We have all walked our own path that has led us to this place where we are seeking and desperately hoping for help – a return to the person we believe we can be. For some of us that dream is a reality, for others, unfortunately, it is not. But we all deserve just as much compassion, care, love, and respect from the outside world regarding our mental health status, whatever the diagnoses may be for us.

I wouldn’t wish clinical depression on anyone – not Ms. Kogan, not any mother. But some of us experience it and this is why I write my blog, why I volunteer with PSI, why I founded PACE – so those of us who do suffer can find hope and compassion. Now THAT is a luxury I can afford for myself and to pay forward – sweet support. (And sweet support is also a luxury that EVERY mother deserves to have!)

Queasy Day

Cameron is changing positions – from tranverse lie to head down – he’s not quite all the way there but started the journey this morning around 750a as I was driving to therapy. His first move was startling and a bit painful. Now I’m just plain nauseated. He seems to be somewhat “stuck” although not painfully so, at a diagonal between my left ribs and my right pelvic bone. He is curving up around my belly button and I can feel his general position. OOOh… he just seriously pushed on my bladder – and it’s almost full. I’m trying to hold it b/c Alli has been totally silent for nearly an hour now. I think she’s sleeping and I really want to let her sleep. She needs it. Heck, I need it.

I am watching a very fascinating documentary about Abraham on the History Channel, called Children of Abraham. It examines Abraham’s role as a cornerstone of Judaism, Islam, and Christianity. I love documentaries to begin with but this is the first one I’ve really been interested in watching to completion in a LONG time. Definitely worth a look.

I think I’m going to have to go use the restroom soon. Cameron seems set on pushing against my bladder. If this keeps up I will end up having an accident and that just wouldn’t be good. Just about nine weeks to go – and at least I’ll have my bladder back to myself, right? LOL.

Once all this is done and over with (by that I mean, giving birth and Cameron has finished nursing), I am getting a HUGE butterfly tattoo on the front of my left ankle with some morning glory vines wrapped all the way around. It will be a symbol of how much I’ve changed and of my freedom as a woman, in motherhood. And I wouldn’t have thought about doing this until a few months ago when Alli “stamped” the front of my ankle one day as we were playing in the floor. It didn’t fade for nearly two weeks – even with showers and scrubbing. The butterfly grew on me and I liked the way it looked – providing the inspiration. I hope to still be blogging when I get the tat – and I promise I will post pictures.

Ok, time to run. Cameron’s realllly pushing the envelope here – (and this envelope might just burst!)

My Favourite Song of the Moment

This is the song that relaxes me the most right now:

One by U2

Here are the lyrics:

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say…

One love
One life
When it’s one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don’t care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it’s…

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We’re one, but we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One…
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it’s all I got
We’re one
But we’re not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One…life

One

I hereby dub thee Day of the Hundred Tantrums

Today has already proven to be full of challenges. I am anxiously awaiting quiet time when I can get light some incense and fix myself a cup of hot tea!

Charlotte is down for a nap – she was up late last night as we went over to the in-law’s for Halloween. I tried to let her play but she kept throwing tantrum after tantrum. This momma doesn’t DO fussy so off to bed she went, where she is now quietly resting.

Our older daughter, Alli, also was full of tantrums this morning. So much so that she just spent about 30 minutes in her room. She is now in the floor playing independently with the arts and crafts stuff.

And the kicker is that I am out of meds. My husband and I are taking the same medication and due to a screw up at his doctor’s office, we’ve been sharing. However, I just got off the phone with our pharmacy and my meds were refilled yesterday so I’ll be able to take it this evening. On the up side, my Omega 3-6-9 showed up yesterday so I’m on that already as well. *deep breath*

I’ve got a teleconference call later too – at 1p so the girls will be eating lunch around 1130a to guarantee that I am able to get everything I need to get done by the time the call starts.

As long as I can remember to breathe deeply today, I should be ok.