An Honest Account of New Motherhood (with Postpartum Anxiety, Depression, and OCD)

The day my daughter was born was not the best day of my life.

Pregnancy was long and hard – so hard – for me. I did not enjoy being pregnant. And, the day my daughter was born, I was glad for the pregnancy to be over. But, when they lay my wiggly little girl on my chest, I was not overcome with emotion. In fact, I felt nothing at all. Later that day, in tears, I would write a message to my therapist saying “she feels like a stranger.” Which, in truth, she was.

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I had dark thoughts during those two days in the hospital. As honest as I strive to be on this blog, I am not brave enough right now to tell the entire world what those thoughts were. But, I will say that I was ashamed of them. I did begin to feel one thing, though: anxiety. Lots and lots of anxiety. When it was time for us to go home, I found myself in the throws of a panic attack. I told myself that it was normal. I was a new, first-time mom. Anxiety was expected.

When we finally got home, I needed my mom. Not to do anything for me; I just needed her presence. I had said repeatedly while pregnant that I didn’t want anyone staying over at our house when my baby was born. But, I now found myself crying like a small child when my mom went to go home. (And, so, she stayed.) “How funny,” I thought, “that in becoming a mother, I find myself feeling more like a child than I have in many years.”

I cried a lot. Constantly, really. Deep waves of pain would strike, welling in my stomach like grief and crashing over me. I never cry in front of anyone; now, I could not help myself.

I regretted becoming a mom.

I did not regret my daughter’s existence, but I regretted thinking that I could be a mother. I told my husband and my therapist this daily. Hourly, sometimes. And, I Googled… I searched all over the internet for other women who regretted becoming a mom… desperate to see if any of them had found their way out of this pit. But, nobody’s story, nobody’s thoughts sounded as dark as mine. Nobody seemed as far gone as I felt.

And then there was the insomnia. In the first two weeks after giving birth, I found I was able to nap and sleep whenever I had even 30 minutes of downtime. But, I soon found myself unable to sleep even when the baby was sleeping. I was exhausted, I took Benadryl, and still, I couldn’t sleep. Increasingly, it got worse, until I was sleeping maybe an hour in total every night; two if I was lucky. Always broken up in to 15-20 minute increments. Not because of the baby, but because my body physically refused to sleep. I spent countless nights writing panicked messages to my therapist in the dark, alone, on the stairs… nobody else was awake. But, I could not rest.  In truth, I felt relief when the baby would wake up, because then I could nurse her – I could do something – I could be productive rather than sit there, tortured.

And it was torture.

I began to struggle with caring for my daughter. I was exhausted. My body was exhausted. My brain was flooding me with nothing but anxious fear and intrusive images of terrible things happening to my baby, my family. I was miserable. I was in constant pain. But, I didn’t really think much of it; I have struggled with anxiety, depression, and mild OCD for so long that I just figured that this was normal for me and had nothing to do with having had my baby.

I went to my 6-week appointment with my midwife expecting nothing more than a quick check and sign off to return to work at 8 weeks postpartum. I filled out the questionnaire honestly and then sat in the exam room holding my screaming, over-tired baby who refused to latch and nurse. My midwife walked in.

In the first minute of that appointment, she could tell that I was not OK. And she called me out on it. In fact, she said she would not clear me to return to work. I was caught off guard. I was scared. I was ashamed. I felt like a failure. But, also, I was so…so relieved. She SAW me. She SAW that I wasn’t OK. Nobody else, nobody, not even my therapist who I had unloaded everything on had recognized how much I was struggling, how I was drowning. I was relieved to hear that I would not have to go back to work yet. I had been so afraid of how I was going to manage working at my fast-paced, mentally demanding job when I couldn’t even sleep for longer than 15 minutes at a time.

I left that appointment with so many emotions. I thought it would be my turning point. But, it wasn’t. Not quite yet. Then came one of the hardest decisions for me: whether or not to go back on my antidepressant/anti-anxiety medication and stop nursing. The anxiety exploded. The intrusive thoughts exploded.

I knew that I needed to go back on my medication. I still remember my last nursing session with my daughter. It was in the morning, and I ate poptarts while she nursed. I, who had never ever thought that I even would nurse at all, found myself flooded with grief and fear. When she was done, I stared at that stupid antidepressant pill and second guessed myself over and over and over.

There were the logical arguments: What was I going to do if I couldn’t nurse her for comfort? She wouldn’t take a pacifier.

The emotional arguments: She wouldn’t need me anymore; anyone could feed her. She wouldn’t need ME.

And the completely illogical: Would formula cause her to developmentally regress? This became a very real fear.

After I took that pill, I instantly felt like I had become poisonous. Tainted. My daughter could no longer nurse. I was poisonous. Poisonous. Poisonous. It echoed and echoed in my mind.

Unfortunately, it seems I had waited too long to start medication. I rapidly deteriorated. I could no longer sleep at all. In desperation, I took some Ambien that my psychiatrist had prescribed during a previous bad fight with insomnia. Despite having not slept for 2 days, the Ambien only got me 1 hour of sleep. My mom took me to the ER where they gave me Valium, which made everything worse, causing huge waves of cold anxiety that made it hard for me to breathe.

Finally, finally, I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t function. I couldn’t take care of my daughter. It took 6 and a half weeks for me to break, but in the end, I did break. I asked my mom to take me back to the ER, where they admitted me to a psychiatric unit.

Have you ever hit rock bottom? Have you ever fallen so low that it doesn’t even feel like real life anymore? Have you ever questioned your own sanity? Whether you might actually be asleep and dreaming rather than going through something in reality? As they wheeled me away to transport me via ambulance to the psychiatric unit at a neighboring hospital, I truly thought that what was happening could not possibly be real. And, I could not stop the tears. Though I had not felt much love-based attachment (mostly anxiety-based attachment) to my baby, I now found myself crying for her. I kept telling my mom, the doctors, the nurses “I want my baby…” I begged for her like a small child.

The bottom of the postpartum anxiety, depression, and OCD pit is a very dark place for those who find themselves there. It seems endless, inescapable, hopeless. But, if you’re lucky enough to find yourself with people who care about you – with people who want to help you – you will see that, if they can shine just a little light into your darkness, the pit is actually lined with ledges that make climbing out – while not at all easy – definitely possible. Going into the psychiatric unit was my lowest low, but it was also a huge turning point in my journey – both as a mother and as an individual.

I want to pause here to say – if you are someone coming to the edge of this or any other deep, dark pit of despair but are too terrified to ask for help – to go into a hospital, even – please know this: it is not at all like they show in movies or books. The psychiatric unit of a hospital can be a very helpful and uplifting place. The people there – we were all just people. Just people. Some sad, some afraid, some lost – but all of us people. They don’t strap you down and pump you full of medication; I had complete control over the medicines that I took, and they never once pressured me into taking something that I didn’t want to take. Not all hospitals are alike, but in this one, I had my own room, my own bathroom. I had privacy, but I was also not alone. In the deep dark of the night, there was always someone right there – someone to help me when I couldn’t sleep. It’s a safe place. With good people. Good, caring staff. And people who are just in dark pits of their own needing some help finding those ledges on the sides of their pits. I would go back now, if I needed to, without the fear that I once held.

It took them 5 days to get me to sleep. But, when that sleep came, when my body finally remembered how to function, everything changed. My husband visited me every single day. He brought me pictures of my baby, reassured me that she was not developmentally regressing, and we worked together to craft a plan for when I got out so that we could all be ok. I was also so lucky – so lucky to have my family. My inlaws stayed with my husband and helped him get our daughter on a new feeding schedule now that she would need to be on formula. When I got out, they had it all sorted out – all of the things I had been so anxious about (pacifiers, feeding schedules, figuring out when she was hungry when I’d always nursed on demand) – my mother in law had sorted it all out with my husband. And they helped me so much.

The best day in my life is the day after I came home. When I successfully slept in our house. When our daughter ate and was fed, and I had slept and was finally OK. The day that I realized that having her had been the best thing that I had ever chosen to do. Ever.

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Postpartum mental health issues do not go away overnight – not even after a 5-day stay in the psychiatric unit. I still struggle sometimes – even now, months later. But, that is ok. Because everything is going to be ok; I believe that. Even though every day is not a good day, I still know – beyond any shadow of a doubt – that having my daughter was the right thing to do, no regrets, and that these days are so much better because I have her.

If there are any new mothers reading this out there – whether struggling with postpartum mental health issues or not – here is what I want to say to you…

Mama, those early days, they are so dark. They are so hard. They are heavy and long, endless and slow. You go ahead and cry; it’s ok to grieve. It’s ok that this is too hard. It’s ok that you are overwhelmed. You are in the thick of it right now; even though people keep telling you that this time is going to fly by, the truth is that it will be so slow right now while you’re doing these days. And you have to do every single one of these hard days, mama. Each one. And it sucks. And it is too hard. Too much. And, mama, if you are drowning, scramble hard to get help. Even if it feels like failing. Even if it feels all wrong. Take the hand. It feels like failure, but it’s not. It’s the right thing.

Remember this: you are important. You. Apart from your baby. Apart from your significant other. Apart from anyone else. You are important. You.

This is not your new forever. I promise.

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22 thoughts on “An Honest Account of New Motherhood (with Postpartum Anxiety, Depression, and OCD)

  1. Thank you for your painfully beautiful and honest words. I’m so sorry that this is something you have had to struggle with, but I am glad that you have had the love and support you needed to help you through it.

  2. Lisa, I read this with so much respect for you and relief that you got the help that you needed to get. There is nothing weak about asking for help. My two daughters both had babies last year, one in August and one in November and there are times when I saw them so tired and worn out that they just didn’t feel like they could go on sometimes. I too had a lot of anxiety after my first daughter was born and I remember I had so much trouble sleeping. It is a vicious cycle that just keeps feeding on itself. Mine anxiety finally went away on it’s own but it was a very difficult time for me. Your little Emma is such a lucky girl to have such a brave, strong mother. I’m so glad that you were able to get the help that you needed. I’m sure your family is very proud of you. Much love to all of you.

  3. I’m overwhelmed by your bravery and honesty! As you (and a dear friend) have discovered, postpartum depression is real, and it is devastating. And although I can’t imagine how difficult this must have been for you, THANK YOU for writing this piece. You may very well save another woman who finds herself Googling “regret becoming a mom.” I hope your journey will continue to get more and more positive from here on. My very best to you!

  4. You are so brave, so strong, and definitely not alone. Thank you so much for being honest; a lot of us need that. Your baby is lucky to have you as a mother.

  5. I am so very glad you were willing to make this topic public for the world to read. I have a very close family member that went through this silently for almost two years with the feeling of being totally disconnected from her child and having terrifying thoughts of hurting him before everything broke down and she was able to get help. I never knew anything was wrong even though I saw them many times during those two years. It’s been nine years and I am happy to say they are both doing well. I hope others who read your story or this comment and have the same feelings of disconnect from your child realize it is okay to get help and it is not your fault.

  6. So proud of you for always being honest with yourself and others. Thank you for sharing the difficult moments. Emma is lucky to have a mom who does whatever it takes to take care of yourself. You set a wonderful example!

  7. I could literally feel the darkness and your pain in your writing. You are so damn good!!! The fact that you can express like this lets me know you are going to be ok. We are all going to be ok.
    Much hugs and love and CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

  8. Thanks for the honesty in your post! It was both thought-provoking and encouraging.

    I am married and concerned about having children as I’m on medication and have had extreme OCD. I understand having breakdowns and feeling like you are living in an alternate reality, as I’ve had many breakdowns myself and have been in a psychiatric hospital before. My most recent breakdown was after I married my wonderful husband this last summer. I was blessed to get the intensive help that I needed at a residential OCD center and then, in their partial hospitalization program. ERP (Exposure & Response Prevention) is a powerful treatment for OCD. It has helped me and will continue to help me. I really want other people with OCD to be able to get the right kind of therapy and help (talk therapy just doesn’t do it for OCD and can even make it worse) so that they can have victories over this painful disorder.

    Anyhow, it’s really good to see a post where someone is honest about their negative and intrusive thoughts regarding motherhood. It took you guts to write this and I commend you on that. Thanks!

  9. Wow, I was shocked to read this post. So much raw honesty here… I found your blog in my searches to find motivation for weight loss (I have more than 100 pounds to lose), but I found that I can relate to your struggles in more ways than one. I too had problems with severe anxiety – it started in the last 2 months of my pregnancy, worst months of my life, quickly deteriorated after giving birth, started to go into depression, gave up after 10 days and going on anxiety treatment (after 2 years, still question my decision to give up breastfeeding, if I gave up to quickly but after reading your post, I understand that it was the best decision that I could have made, so thank you for that).
    Can’t wait to read the rest of your posts, and I hope that I can find the willpower to succed, just like you did.

  10. This sounds truly terrible and I’m very sorry you’ve had this struggle. 😦 I was very happy to hear you’re through the worst, it seems.

    I’ve never been pregnant, but I understand anxiety and depression (although I make no comparison as I’ve never been where you are at all. I don’t think my body would respond well to pregnancy, though.) and I’ve had my own medical hell to wade through.

    I have always wanted to avoid medication as well. It typically just masks the problem and doesn’t address it, then causes its own problems. I’m not sure about during breastfeeding; you’d have to ask a knowledgeable doctor. But I found CBD oil to be helpful and more natural for anxiety. It has many positive health effects, as I was taking it primarily for inflammation and pain, but it’s beneficial for anxiety as well. It was recommended to me by my integrative doctor. It’s legal (derived from marijuana, but absolutely no psychoactive THC component). My sibling is now using it in place of Xanex most of the time with high compliments. I did a lot of research to find a “quality” brand, and so far BlueBird And Green Mountain seem to tick many boxes. There are others I’m sure, but those seemed to be highly recommended and I think work pretty well. It’s kind of overwhelming trying to find something reputable in that arena right now since it’s pretty new.

    Also you may want to consider taking a few classes of couples massage so your husband can properly locate muscles and your lymphatic system. With high anxiety I know you might cringe at being touched sometimes, but the correct way can be very beneficial and you’ll grow to enjoy it more with positive correlations. Correct massage can greatly increase the hormones that support calmness if done correctly. I’d recommend a good acupuncturist, but it’s costly and you have to keep going back, and the effects don’t last too long. A few reputable couples massage classes and your husband can locate pressure points on your back and feet and legs that would help you a lot most likely. Or Thai massage training might work well also.

    Also healthy fats are so imperative to your nervous system. I noticed you lost a lot of weight and you might avoid fats, but they’re more important to emotional health and general health than most people realize, even nowadays with all the hype about coconut oil and avocados and fish. I made the mistake of seriously cutting fats for dieting because of how calorie dense they are, but it’s a terrible idea. Your body will become more inflamed and you’ll have more health problems down the road. Fats and good probiotics are really important… I’ve found out the hard way. Omega, flax, olive oil, coconut oil, good probiotics, and whole foods (which you probably know that part). Oh, and b vitamins with good bio availability.

    And hormones. You might want to have a good check of them and analyzed by an integrative doctor or endocrinologist.

    I’ve actually been on this weird diet that’s kind of like an Atkins or anti-candida diet… Protein, good fats, vegetables, beans, some slow starch… No fruit, sugars, breads, yeast, etc. Most dairy, too and nothing fermented, no vinegar… But I’m eating a ton of coconut, oils, nuts, nut butters (no peanuts allowed though), ghee… I’ve lost weight (it’s been two weeks). At first I thought I was gaining weight, but it was just bloat. Then it started passing and I’ve actually lost weight. It’s crazy. But all the fat, I never really hungry or felt diety. I started using stevia (pure liquid stevia, not truvia or anything processed) for something sweet occasionally. I can make coconut chocolate balls and stuff that way. I’m not even watching my calories, and I’m mostly sitting around right now. Trying to do some walking or light yoga a few times a week though now.
    But I’m digressing.

    Anyway, I can’t stress how important food is to health.

    I’m sorry if you couldn’t care less about this, and I know I’m a perfect stranger, but I felt so terrible for you and can relate to some of it and just want to help if at all possible. I went a very holistic/natural route and it’s what’s saved me. I feel bad for doctors, but the western medical system will most likely fail you with chronic issues. They’re forced into treating your symptoms, often with pills that cause their own problems, and then you’re in a viscous cycle. It’s the best in the world for emergency care, but terrible for chronic problems and general health maintenance. They (regular doctors) can’t afford to spend the time with you that you need for them to get a full picture.
    Find a holistic integrative medical doctor for much better healthcare. Some specialize in mental health as well. But often your mental state is very integrated with your physical state and vice versa. It’s all very connected.

    Feel free to email me if you’d like.
    Congratulations on becoming a mother and overcoming! I hope you’re doing great now! 🙂

    Be well,
    Candice

  11. Low thyroid not found on labs, low iron (not at the optimal top of the range), low magnesium, low b12, etc causes most post partum issues that are severe. I’ve been there. Finding a naturopath/holistic type doctor saved my life and my sanity. They got all my vitamins and hormones back into optimal range, and I have ZERO depression, anxiety, OCD, or panic. The medical establishment has really failed those who experience these issues. I struggled for 7 years (post child birth), but these doctors fixed my vitamins and hormones at that 7 year mark, and I have been healthy and happy for the past 6.5 years. Never again will I need depression or anxiety medicine. I will always go to a holistic doctor that gets to the true root of the problem. Just having sub-optimal iron can cause SEVERE anxiety and ocd. It’s unfortunate that obgyn and family doctors and even specialists aren’t aware of this. And, of course, women typically lose a lot of iron during child birth. Many women are easily put into the low end of the range or below the range for iron once giving birth. You’d think these doctors would get a clue. Anyway, thought I’d share because I know numerous people that suffer from what they think is a “chemical imbalance” or whatever else it’s called when truly their body isn’t functioning properly because they’re deficient in many areas and can be cured. Sorry this happened to you. It’s crazy the number of women this happens to. Just this week I had a 2nd grader from a great home life tell me she suffers from anxiety. I’m like fix her vitamins and minerals!! 2nd graders shouldn’t have anxiety unless something life altering is going on. Basically this anxiety and depression is so common now that it’s considered “normal”. It makes me sad. So many people suffering. A rather simple answer at fingers grasp. But doctors don’t know. And people have been brainwashed to think this is all normal. Common….but not normal. And our kids and their kids will all be medicated because as we are deficient, we pass those deficiencies to our children. When we don’t have adequate vitamins, minerals, and hormones, we aren’t able to pass sufficient amounts to our children. It’s a viscous cycle if not repaired.

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