Fighting the Baby Blues
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Hannah Southerland is a young mom of two little boys and a wife to one handsome man. She loves helping women in their marriages and motherhood and feels like community is the best way to make it through this crazy thing called life. She is the lover of all things coffee and chocolate. On the weekends you could find her snuggled on the couch watching “Fixer Upper,” or spending time with her family playing the very dramatic game of “Pictionary.”
Disclaimer: This is not an article about postpartum depression. I cannot speak to that experience, and offer you support and encouragement in finding the help and love you need to get you through. This is an article about fighting off a milder and more common form of postpartum emotions, baby blues.
As I was rocking my 6-day-old son in his nursery, him screaming and me crying I remember thinking back to how ignorant I had been in my idea of how ideal the first few days home would be with a newborn. It was one of those water shed moments in motherhood. I was sitting in the dark thinking, “I am not going to make it out of this alive. What was I thinking?! I can’t do this; I am so not cut out for this!” No one talks about the tough stuff after delivery, we just talk about the cute clothes, and baby showers, and names. I was left to rock a very unhappy baby, with no clue as to what I was doing, and had very little help.
I have my babies in the dead of winter and in Michigan. That can be a really lonely time. The roads are horrible, it is so cold to even go outside your face hurts, and the sun–as a general rule–may not show up for days at a time. I would be waiting at the door like a puppy for my husband to come home every day and yet when he was there I was snapping at him or crying. I felt out of control and it made me feel super anxious. Night would come and I could feel the anxiety creeping up, it literally felt like I was choking on it.
I decided I could not live like this for the rest of my life or I was going to be a miserable wife and mom.
It was a few days after my delivery that I realized why the night time got so incredibly hard for me. I would spike a fever every evening and I noticed my milk was coming in. Once I realized it was baby blues, my body and hormones trying to get back to normal, I felt a lot better knowing that I actually wasn’t going to cry every evening for the rest of my life. It gave me freedom to just cry it out for a few minutes than try to fight it. I would also sometimes go walk around Meijer for awhile while my husband kept the baby at home, being in a brightly lit store with lots of other people made me feel better.
Being cooped up in the house and having my husband or Facebook as my only source of social interaction was not going to help my baby blues. But luckily at the same time our church started a moms group. It was a life saver! They provided free child care, snacks, and even though it was every other week I began to live for those meetings and the freedom I felt getting out of the house for an hour and a half. I would recommend a moms group to any mom. Find a group that meets at a library or community center, and try to get out and interact face to face with other moms. I also read a lot and began journaling.
I would write down what I was grateful for that day. Even though it may have been a truly awful day, I could still look at that day and find something to be grateful for.
I thought I was super self-less before having my son and I found out really fast how untrue that actually was. I was no longer able to eat when I wanted to, use the bathroom when I wanted too, shower, sleep, or start dinner when I wanted too. I would think about a fun outing the three of us could do and it never failed–we would leave that event with two of us crying and my husband looking defeated.
Looking back now those times hold such a special place in my heart because I wish I could go back and just give my past self a hug. I would tell myself that the baby blues will pass quickly and to enjoy the newness of being a mom. I would tell her that those chores and outings can wait; this new baby is what is important right now and sometimes that means missing out on events or a perfectly clean house, but that ultimately, you’re not missing out.
You are just beginning this incredible new journey.
It is overwhelming, it is hard, and it is exhausting. But it is rewarding, and worth it. Slow down, learn as you go, and remember this is YOUR journey with YOUR kids. You are not supposed to be “that kids” mom, you are your kids mom, and that is entirely on purpose. Give yourself some grace, and for goodness sake, take care of you. You are the only mom they have and they need you to be best version you can be. So, go on a date, take a bath, or light a candle you enjoy. It doesn’t have to be extravagant things to make a difference. Use little moment’s everyday to do something for you, and it will help those baby blues go away, until they are just a distant memory of a very tired life you once knew.