A Story of Preeclampsia, Prematurity, and Perinatal Mood Disorder
Though you may not hear anyone say it, postpartum mood disorders like depression or anxiety are the most common complication of childbirth. Offering to come and hold the baby, while romantic and appealing in that diaper-commercial sense, doesn’t always cut
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I’m a shameless, unrepentant Facebook user. A tab with Facebook is always open in my browser, and if I’m away from my keyboard I’ll still check on my phone. It makes me laugh to look at funny memes and silly lists.
Today is World Maternal Mental Health Day. The irony in that statement is that maternal mental health has become my world. Every day, since even before the birth of my son. My feed has been full of stories and support
Content Warning: Potentially graphic post-surgical images. Today I share a part of my birth story that I have not before. I experienced a traumatic birth, a quiet nightmare that stretched into weeks postpartum. Because I was delivered early
Tomorrow I’m going to be at the Colorado State Capitol to support the joint resolution that will create Maternal Mental Health Week in Colorado. I will stand with my family, my doctors & caregivers, my legislators, and my community to
When my anxiety is getting the best of me, it can feel like I’ve accomplished nothing despite working hard all day. I often feel like I’m doing so much, but so few things are getting checked off my to do
Dear mama with postpartum mood disorders, Beautiful, hurting mama, you have more love in your heart than it can hold. It’s why you feel like you’re coming apart at the seams. You are doing the hardest thing anyone has ever
I have one week left in my postpartum program with Children’s Hospital, and my last bit of homework was to complete several surveys on my feelings (including the Edinburgh Postnatal Depression Scale (EPDS) of course). I always like completing surveys, I always
I wish I could explain what every day feels like. I wake up thinking, “I hope he stays asleep – or at least happy enough – for me to eat breakfast and drink a cup of tea.” And then I