
Going to see my postpartum depression therapist is like going to the gym. I dread getting ready & actually driving there, but once I’m there it’s fabulous. Today was no different.
I walked into my postpartum depression therapy appointment ready to tell my therapist that I no longer needed her assistance, but left my appointment signed up for a women’s group for eight weeks. Go figure.
I had a great appointment today. The postpartum depression isn’t my reality anymore, which is oh so nice. Now we deal with family drama in therapy, which can be as equally annoying as it is helpful. I’m learning a lot & strangely enough, I’m the “healthy” one in my family.
My therapist told me that I look just wonderful. I’m all smiles & love talking about my son. I love being a mom & I feel super confident being a mom. I love sharing that my son smiles & cooes & follows me with his eyes. I love my life right now & I am striving to have a clean house, dinner made, & keep up with my son.
An ambitious goal, but it’s what I want. Who would have ever thought I would say that?! Not me, but I want to take care of my son & my husband.
Oh, and I told my therapist that I want three more kids. Yes, that’s right… three more kids. She almost choked on her water when I said that. Me… the same girl who was crying a couple of months ago telling her that I didn’t even want one child, let alone any more. Me… the same girl who said that I wasn’t cut out to be a mom. Me… the same girl who had tears streaming down her face because it all seemed so overwhelming.
Yes, I want four kids total… but don’t worry, I’m not going to go getting pregnant right now or anything.
Funny how time changes everything, isn’t it?
So, back to therapy…
We talked about my dad (are you surprised?). My therapist brought up so many good points and mainly told me that I was the “healthy” one by getting help & facing that my family dynamics aren’t exactly how they should have been.
For example:
1. My mom canceling Christmas.
Yes, you read that right. My mom canceled Christmas a few years ago. Long story short: My parents surprised my brother at his apartment a few months prior to Christmas. My parents were giving my brother money to help him out. My brother’s apartment smelled like weed. My dad freaked out & left. My brother & my dad didn’t talk for a few months & then it was Christmas time. I spent the night Christmas Eve & woke up on Christmas morning not having a clue that my brother & dad hadn’t spoke in months.
My brother came over to my parent’s house, went into my dad’s office, & then yelled, “Eff you” & stormed out of the house. Next thing I know my mom is on the phone to all of my relatives canceling Christmas. I go upstairs with my dog & just start crying. Christmas is my favorite holiday & I have no idea why it was just cancelled.
My mom comes upstairs & explains to me what happened & how my dad asked my brother to come over & apologize. My brother saw no wrong in smoking weed in his own apartment, wouldn’t apologize, so my dad told him to leave. My mom couldn’t see celebrating Christmas without my brother, hence canceling it. I was like poor Cindy Lou in “The Grinch Stole Christmas”. I just wanted to celebrate this great holiday.
Now it gets better…
My mom & dad are not speaking. My mom can’t believe that my dad actually told my brother to leave on (gasp) Christmas & my dad sees no wrong. I’m the innocent one there who cannot believe what is unfolding before my eyes. Then my parents, who are not speaking, & myself start taking down the Christmas tree… On Christmas day. How depressing it was.
Then I decide to leave. My mom decides to pack up her whole freakin’ car & come to my house. My brother & my mom come to my house & we (try to) celebrate Christmas & open our presents. My mom stays for two weeks until she decides to go back home. This Christmas was a BIG fail.
2. Dinner – No talking
I’ve always yearned for the kind of family that you see on old television shows. You know, the ones that actually enjoy each other’s company & eat dinner together while sharing their happenings for that day. My family was not like this. We pretty much ate dinner in silence. Most of the times my parents weren’t on speaking terms, so we just tried to get through dinner so it would be over quicker.
3. Friends
I was always happy to go over to my friend’s houses instead of them coming to mine. Reason? One time one of my girl friends told me “Jane, I don’t want to go to your house. It’s like a war zone & there is so much tension. Come to mine instead.” Point taken & how true it was.
4. Trying to step in
I’m not sure how old I was, but I know that it had to have been younger than 11 yrs old because that’s what we moved. My parents would argue & I would be sent to my room. I would listen from my room & feel so angry. Then I would march out into the living room & stand up to my dad for my mom. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t seem to stand up for herself. My dad would tell me to stop & go back to my room. My mom would tell me to stop & go back to my room. Then I would get more angry & I would go back to my room promising myself that I would never be like them.
5. Eating Disorder
I had an eating disorder. It stemmed from my dad, which is no surprise really. I remember coming home from school & wanting a snack. What kid isn’t hungry after school, right? One memory that sticks out in my mind is me eating some goldfish crackers. My dad puffed up his cheeks (like to make a fat face) & said, “Once on the lips, forever on the hips”. No wonder I developed an eating disorder, right?!
6. Family dream
I had a dream the other night about my whole family. It was so awesome that I cried when I told Tarzan about it. When I was younger my whole family (it’s big) would go to my grandparent’s house every Sunday & eat pasta. We would always go over there on the holidays & even the day before to cook the food & watch football. It was if my family truly enjoyed being with one another & I loved that. It was so nice.
Now that my grandfather is no longer alive & that my grandmother is (sadly) losing her mind, our family does not seem to enjoy one another anymore. In fact, the holidays are not like they used to be. Most of my family is out of town now & they have their own families to celebrate the holidays with. It’s so different now.
So in my dream Tarzan & I were married & we had Monkey. It was all in the present time in my dream. We had just put Monkey to sleep & were going to go in the living room to make out. I know, funny right? Well, when we went into the living room we saw my parents outside in the backyard. I was annoyed because I wanted to make out with my husband, but we let them in anyways.
Then T & I went to wake up Monkey. It was September. When we came out of the bedroom with Monkey with us, the house was full of all of my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents… All of the dead relatives were alive. In my dream I bawled my eyes out after we left the bedroom. I was SO happy, like full of happiness.
Then we all started to decorate for Christmas, even though it was September. We cherished being with one another & I felt so happy. It was so great to see my grandfather, aunt, uncle, and cousin that have passed. It was even more amazing for them to meet Monkey and see my as a mom. It was precious & how I wished that it was real.
We all celebrated Christmas & being with one another… and then I woke up. But I woke up with peace & feeling so good. I told Tarzan & cried before I could get everything out. I remember telling him that they were happy tears, not sad. It was so good to see everyone.
That is the one and only time I’ve ever dreamt about dead family members. It’s also the only time that I’ve dreamt about the “good ole days” with family. And it means so much.
I want family & I yearn for it. I don’t necessarily get everything that I need from my parents, but the good thing is that now I’m a parent & I can create my own family memories for Monkey. I will never cancel Christmas. Tarzan and I will always strive to be “real” with Monkey, while trying really hard to never fight in front of him. We will have family days where we play board games without the Internet & without the phone. We will eat dinner as a family & talk about our days. We will enjoy each other’s company.
Most importantly, I will give my little guy all of the love that I felt like was missing out on. I will let him be a child instead of making him grow up to be an adult quickly. And I promise that I will always cherish every single moment with him & tell him how much he means to me, how much better he has made my life, & how I could not imagine life without him. Ever.
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- Six week postpartum appointment and going to a psychiatrist for postpartum depression




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