Long before I welcomed my first child, I was aware of the challenges posed by postpartum depression. A close friend’s advocacy led me to support the Postpartum Resource Center of New York, where I contributed financially and attended their annual gala, The Sounds of Silence. As my pregnancy progressed, I reminded my partner to watch for any signs of PPD, confident in my understanding of the disorder.
When our daughter arrived, joy filled our home. She was a pleasant baby, cheerful and cuddly, sleeping through the night by ten weeks. The summer sunshine allowed us to take leisurely strolls, embracing the warmth of the season. However, as night fell, my worries began to creep in.
An obsession with the stairs in our two-story house consumed me. The entrance featured a sweeping staircase with a landing ten feet high, complete with curved banisters. Lying in bed, I would sweat and replay the same terrifying thoughts: what if my baby tumbled over the railing? I found myself researching stair safety and even suggested we relocate. I was serious about wanting to install cushioned flooring in our foyer, despite my partner’s bemusement.
I couldn’t shake the thought of how parents manage life in a two-story home with a baby. I often wished we had chosen a single-story house. I became fixated on instructing others about stair safety while holding a baby. When a college friend mentioned I might be experiencing anxiety, I was hesitant to accept that possibility. Yet, micromanaging stair usage was a clear sign of my anxiety. I kept the severity of my intrusive thoughts hidden from my partner and friends.
During moments of nursing my daughter in the armchair, thoughts like “don’t put the baby in the dryer” would race through my mind. For her monthly photos, I felt compelled to capture them exactly on the date—what if she didn’t reach the next month? Death loomed large in my thoughts. I knew establishing routines was essential, yet they only amplified my fears.
Reading to my little one, I grew to dislike the mother pig in Sandra Boynton’s Little Pookie stories. Unlike me, she existed in a world free of worry—her baby always safe within the pages. Meanwhile, two friends had welcomed their own children around the same time as mine, and I envied their seemingly normal concerns about sleepless nights and postpartum bodies.
At the pediatrician’s office, I filled out the PPD questionnaire, carefully selecting answers that would indicate I was fine. I was well-versed in how to navigate multiple-choice questions; I knew what they wanted to hear. After all, I was happy, surrounded by friends and family, and deeply in love with my daughter. I could get out of bed each day and had no thoughts of harming myself or anyone else.
But one evening, while watching Saving Mr. Banks, I resonated with the overwhelmed mother’s despair. “I get it,” I thought. Yet, I kept my unsettling thoughts to myself, fearing that voicing them would somehow make them real. This superstition was a heavy burden.
Eventually, I reached a breaking point. I stopped nursing, suspecting that hormones were to blame. I turned once again to Google, searching tirelessly until I discovered the term “scary thoughts.” This encompassed the negative, intrusive ideas that often plague new mothers, driven by anxiety and shame that keep many from speaking out.
The realization that I wasn’t alone washed over me with relief. I delved into resources like the book Dropping the Baby and Other Scary Thoughts, learning that my experiences were more common than I had thought. As I began to vocalize my fears, other mothers began to share their own, creating a sense of solidarity. Each time someone echoed, “me too,” I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.
Recognizing and discussing these scary thoughts helped me disrupt the cycle of anxiety. Hearing Jessica Porten’s story about her treatment when seeking help inspired me to share my own. Pregnancy and motherhood are profound experiences, and it’s crucial for healthcare professionals to understand postpartum mental health and provide the necessary support. New mothers deserve compassion and understanding, and they should know it’s okay to seek help when needed.
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In summary, recognizing and sharing the weight of intrusive thoughts can foster healing and connection among new mothers. Embracing the journey of motherhood, with its joys and struggles, is essential for mental well-being.
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