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Milestones
This year has been a year full of milestones for our four year old daughter.
She blew out the candles on her birthday cake for the very first time. She belly laughed for the first time. She is thriving in an all-day pre-k full of absolutely normal kids her age. We understand almost 99% of her speech these days. Life is good.
Today, a milestone happened for us in the car.
When I walked in to pick her up from pre-k, she grinned widely, jumped up, and ran over to hug me.
The last time I picked her up? Tears. Total meltdown. Temper tantrum complete with thrashing in the floor. She is accustomed to her father picking her up and had not been informed about the change. She was NOT happy. Today she was happy to see me. We started last night to explain to her that Mommy would be picking her up from school to take her to a doctor’s appointment.
I had a snack waiting in the car. Once strapped in, I got her settled with her snack, got the tunes going, and off we went.
Halfway across town, as she snacked and I chowed down on Peanut M&M’s, a favorite song of hers came on Pandora.
I turned it up, she squealed, and we sang as loud as we could together.
Then, it hit me.
We?
Were a mother and daughter rocking it out in the car.
Just an average, everyday Mom & daughter totally grooving together.
I had to stop singing because I started crying. Furiously blinking back tears so she wouldn’t see me and swallowing my tears so I could sing with her again, relishing the normalcy of the moment.
My four year old and I did not bond when she was born. She was born with a condition known as Pierre Robin Sequence. At just 9 days old, she had major surgery and was in an induced coma for a week as the swelling went down from her surgery.
When she was 56 days old, I was hospitalized.
When she was 7 months old, I stopped exclusively pumping and stopped resenting her for all the issues she brought into my life.
When she was 3 years old, she had to have another surgery and I was forced to return to the same hospital she was at for her NICU stay. We bonded that week, the two of us, and have been growing closer ever since.
But today? Today was really the first time I felt that miraculous mother/daughter bond with my daughter.
I cried not only because it had finally happened but because it took nearly five years to happen.
You know what though?
TOTALLY worth the wait.
How can My Postpartum Voice better serve you?
When I changed the name of my blog to My Postpartum Voice, I promised it would be more for you.
There are some changes coming down the road for My Postpartum Voice. They will be slow and gradual but overall, aimed at improving the resourcefulness of this blog/website for Moms and Families in need.
One of the biggest projects I have planned will be an all new Resources page. Not only will it cover Postpartum Specific resources, it will also include resources provided by you for every day living.
If you add one or two or more things to this blog that would make life easier for you or for new and struggling Moms, what would it be?
What helped you the most when you were struggling? Do you have a book you would like to recommend to other moms?
Would you like to see more video? More interactive features? What does interactive mean to you?
Please help me better help and empower you by responding to these questions either in the comments or by emailing me at mypostpartumvoice(@)gmail(dot)com with Improvement Suggestions as the subject line.
I look forward to better serving you in 2011!!
Warmest,
Lauren
Hidden under the snow
All day today, I stared at the green landscape surrounding my home. The trees, the rolling hills, the asphalt. I listened to the sounds of the day pass by – the hum of traffic, the murmur of voices as people greeted each other in the halls at church.
Then we came home. We closed the door to the outside world and hunkered down in order to stay safe from the incoming snow storm.
In so many ways this is just like an episode of Postpartum.
If only we could see it coming and hunker down to stay safe and healthy.
If only the outside world wouldn’t throw a blanket over the mess of it all.
If only we wouldn’t forget what real life looks like after it has been covered up.
If only we could remember that the world is beautiful even if it’s not covered with a white blanket.
If only we didn’t let that white blanket weigh us down.
If only we didn’t let that white blanket break us.
If only we could shake it off, free ourselves from the falling chaos.
But sometimes we must break.
Sometimes we need to be covered up.
Sometimes we need to rest.
Sometimes in order to grow strong, we too, must break.
Only then will we recognize the strength which lies deep within us as we slowly wake up.
Only then will we be able to finally shake that frozen white blanket from our hearts and minds.
Then…. we will be free.
Just Talking Tuesday: On PPD, Work, & Motherhood
This week’s #PPDChat focused on PPD, work, & Motherhood.
Turns out it was quite the hot topic as both chats were very lively.
Guilt was a primary theme. Seems that nasty Guilt monster has infused himself into every aspect of Postpartum Depression. I hate that little bastard. I know you do too.
Guilt for leaving your children behind. Guilt for not wanting to be a stay at home mom. Guilt for not trusting others to care for your child so you could work.
And jealous guilt when your significant other did the lions share of the childcare because you were at work.
Like I said, I hate that little bastard.
One of the biggest issues I saw come up was that if, as an American, you may use up your Maternity Leave before baby even gets here. Then you’re forced to go back to work. Or, as was pointed out by another chatter, What if you’re the only one who can perform your job and it’s required you be there? Yup. No Maternity leave. FMLA? GREAT in theory. But crappy in execution because honestly – who can really afford to take 12 weeks off without pay? And if the company you work for has less than 50 employees? Screwed because they’re not beholden to FMLA.
One mom made an excellent point to consider when decided whether or not to disclose your diagnosis to your boss. She suggests you disclose ASAP so that all your appointments, etc, are covered by ADA. I would strongly recommend this avenue of protection. Especially if you are concerned about losing your job over required therapy appointments.
Don’t even get me started about Pumping Breastmilk at work. Oy. That needs to be a chat unto itself!
Some folks made it late to last night’s chat so I’m blogging the same topic today in order to give those who were unable to make the chat a forum in which to share, ask, and offer advice to other working moms also struggling with Postpartum Depression.
I hope several of you will comment. I am not a working mom. I worked before the kids and am looking to rejoin the work force (slowly) as I am finally in a space where I can handle the added responsibilities. I’m both excited and nervous. There is one thing I do know though, when I do return to work, it will absolutely have something to do with helping Postpartum families. Anything else would just suck. I am so not interested in going back to mediocrity and frustration. THIS is what I am meant to do with my life.
So… let’s get to Just Talkin!
Need to vent about work? Have a story to share? Did you share your diagnosis? Yes? No? Why? Why not? How did the Guilt monster attack you? Have any advice for working moms struggling with PPD? Share it all right here!
