I’ve had some questions about how I’ve been feeling since Jessica arrived, and I thought it warranted a blog post. The long story short is that I’ve suffered from bouts of major depression and anxiety since I was in high school, was diagnosed in college, and had a major episode during our stint overseas. However, when we moved home from England last April and I found out I was pregnant, I quit my medication cold turkey (which, for the record, I don’t recommend…ever).
So here we are now, almost a year later.
I won’t lie and say it was always pretty. Once I made it through the withdrawal, I suffered from a condition known as “first trimester.” It wasn’t pretty. But I don’t know if it was uglier for me than it was for any other women with two active children and a husband still overseas for seven more weeks.
Then, I suffered from a terrible bout of “it’s getting dark earlier.” It did have me craving a Celexa, but I survived thanks to my fabulous husband and family.
Towards the end of my pregnancy I ran into “the end of pregnancy blues” that are often accompanied by a lack of sleep and severe exhaustion because you’re the size of a house. But I actually think I managed to handle them pretty well.
Of course, after Jessica was born I was visited by “the baby blues.” Been there, done that, wrote the book.
So that brings us to where we are today. And I won’t lie and say that being a mother to three children (five and under) is easy. There are days I starting counting down to bedtime (usually on my fingers, because my kids have sucked all the intelligence right out of me) shortly after we get up in the morning. But overall, I’m feeling pretty good about life.
I’m loving every second of Jessica, and I know that’s helping. The thought that she *might* be our last (my husband is feeling pretty “done” after three girls…I’m not convinced) gives me plenty of cause to cherish every second. And I’m not sure if it’s because this is my third and Marcus and I have this parenting thing down, or if it’s because Jessica is such a good baby…but I feel pretty on top of things.
For the first time in a long time (ever?) I feel like I’ve got things under control. I’m a good mom. Not perfect, but good. Some days I’m great.
So depressed? Nah.
It hibernates. Will it rear its ugly head again? Perhaps. Probably. Maybe. One day.
And I’ll be ready.