
First of all, even though I have not commented on my previous blog posts yet, please know how much I appreciate what all of you had to say about my postpartum depression.
After I left to go to the grocery story yesterday, I was reading the comments on my phone while driving. I was crying as I was reading them so I decided to put my phone down until I got into the parking lot.
There’s a lot you can’t see when tears are in the way.
As soon as I parked my car I picked my phone back up. I think there were only 28 comments at that time, but I just felt so honored that so many of you took time out of your day to comment on my postpartum depression post. Even though I feel so alone, I know I am not.
As I read the comments I debated whether or not to drive back home. After all, my face was blotchy and red from all the crying I was doing. I decided that going inside the store might actually take my mind off of stuff, so I went inside.
Until I comment on everything, I just want you all to know how your words touch my heart and give me a glimmer of hope that postpartum depression will soon be a thing of my past. So thank you all so much!
Last night I went to bed eager to end that day and start a new day today that was hopefully happier. Well when I woke up, I was still in a dark cloud sadly. It didn’t help out that I get so stressed when leaving for an appointment with Monkey in tow either. Or that my husband always checks his email before getting dressed and then we are borderline late for leaving the house.
Anyways…
My six-week (even though it’s only been five-weeks) postpartum check-up went good. Monkey was great in the waiting room and was hungry enough that he drink a cold bottle. He was a very good little boy.
After we were in the exam room the nurse took my blood pressure. It was a staggering 124/94! It’s never been that high before, but I figure it’s a mixture of getting to the appointment on time with a new baby, being stressed that my husband almost always makes us run late because he checks his email, sitting in tons of traffic, and, oh yeah, crying in the office.
So. Sick. Of. Crying.
Anyways, my OB came in and asked how the Lexapro was working and if I was feeling better. Tarzan and I looked at each other and told her that I was feeling worse. And then the tears started pouring out of my eyes again. I cried and cried and told her everything that I’ve told you all.
“I’m not cut out to be a mom.” ”I feel guilty all of the time.” Blah, blah, blah.
She told me that she wanted me to see a psychiatrist because the Lexapro didn’t seem to be working. She said that the nurse would work me in an appointment with a psychiatrist that she recommended. She said that she just wanted me to feel better and be able to enjoy this time with my new baby.
After we talked about how I felt these past five-weeks, we moved onto the actual exam to see how things were healing down there. My cervix was closed, my tear was healed, and my uterus had shrunk to its normal, small size. Everything looked perfect, I was told.
She asked what I thought about birth control and I told her “yes, please”. She asked if I wanted my same birth control pill this time around and I told her that I did & that she could bet I wouldn’t miss taking any pills. LOL. She said that I could start taking my birth control pills after I got my period, which should come in about two weeks.
She said that intercourse “should not be uncomfortable at all” for me and that I could do anything that I wanted now. She said that she wanted to see me back in two weeks since I’ll have met with the psychiatrist by then and be on new medicine.
We went into the nurse’s office and no one could work me in today for the psychiatrist appointment, but I have an appointment on Monday at noon. I talked to the nurse for a while and she told me to get out, by myself and with the baby. I told her that I had no urge to get dressed on a daily basis, let alone go out in public, but she said that it would be so good for me. I told her that I would.
I totally stand behind my choice of letting my OB deliver my baby, even though it cost us over $10k because my OB and her whole staff are just so awesome. It makes me feel so happy that they care about me and let me know it. Little things really do go a long way.
So my hope is that this psychiatrist will shed some light about my postpartum depression and help me get to feeling better about myself, my husband, and being a great mom to my little boy. I’ll definitely let y’all know how it goes on Monday.
You might also want to read:
- Psychiatrist appointment for postpartum depression = A wasted day
- Therapist appointment, torticollis, and some postpartum depression talk too
- Being real with therapy, postpartum depression, family, & friends
- Postpartum depression therapy appointment: Success!
- Follow-up to previous post about postpartum depression




Jane, I just wanted to send you a big hug. You are doing so well, and are taking the necessary steps to finding some "normalcy" for yourself. Keep hanging in there and keep following your doctors orders! There will come a time when you can look back on this and know you're a stronger person for having gone through it.
I'm going to read your next post...
Big hugs!
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