![]() ![]() Those two worlds collide and intermingle. ![]() If postpartum anxiety goes unaddressed, it can definitely cross over into postpartum depression. You see there are many faces of postpartum depression and anxiety. RELATED: To the Mom Left Worrying While Everyone Else is Asleep I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t stop. In fact, I felt quite on the polar opposite end of the spectrum. I was frustrated because I didn’t feel depressed. I Googled my symptoms, because that’s what anxious people do, and all that came up was postpartum depression. Obsessive thoughts like if his paci hit the floor and it wasn’t sterilized that he would contract some deadly bacteria.Īnxiety over how many wet diapers he had in a day. Fear and anxiety that quite frankly I had never experienced so strongly in my life.įear my baby would die in his sleep if I didn’t obsessively check the monitor every 10 minutes. I mean full-fledged anxiety over every single little aspect of being a mother. Not your normal heart racing, blood pressure rises as you swipe your debit card at Target and hope your checking account clears anxious. What I didn’t put on that paper was that I felt anxious. RELATED: New Mom Takes Her Own Life After Silent Battle With Postpartum Depression: Why All Of Us Must Share Her Friend’s Plea I guess I thought if I didn’t admit to what I was feeling then it wouldn’t be real. I answered them the same way my outward appearance was. I knew how I should answer the questions, but I answered them differently. ![]() My knees bounced anxiously as I pressed the pen to the paper. This 6-week postpartum visit was something I had been dreading. I put on my best I’m fine face while simultaneously sipping a Starbucks latte in one hand and pushing the stroller with my sleeping baby in the other. The nurse handed me a piece of paper with questions I had been dreading to answer. ![]()
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