They tend to feel isolated in their suffering.
Our system leaves the onus on moms to “figure out this illness on their own,” advocates say.
Women in Canada aren’t properly screened, assessed or treated, researchers say.
Brexanolone is getting closer and closer to being approved.
Experts say Canada is playing catch-up, and moms are suffering.
They’re calling for warnings and a boycott.
Most women suffer from childbirth fear in silence.
Where are our pregnancy badges, massages, and limo rides?!
Advocates say healthcare workers need better training.
There has been barely a blip about maternal mental health in any meaningful way during the past eight years of Bell Let’s Talk.
“Women in Canada are getting the short straw, time and time again.”
“No one should be afraid to be truthful with a doctor.”
New mothers face unique barriers.
People who need help already languish on wait lists, and that may not change.
It’s crazy to expect a new mother with postpartum depression (PPD) to attend regular therapy sessions. That’s if she can get access to therapy at all what with the ongoing shortage of psychiatrists and psychotherapists across Canada and the U.S.
I try to stay calm as my heart starts to race and my legs begin to shake. I feel nauseous and I might throw up. It’s happening. Right here, right now, at work. A panic attack. My first one happened in my mid-20s. Thought I was dying. It runs in my family. My father has anxiety and panic disorder.
I was anxiety-ridden throughout my entire pregnancy and I suffered from awful depression and anxiety after my baby was born. Obviously I should have been on meds throughout my pregnancy, but my OBGYN didn’t know I was suffering from perinatal anxiety. I didn’t know.
I’ve never been diagnosed with bipolar disorder but I did have anxiety and depression growing up. And who knows? Maybe I am bipolar too and should have been flagged. Maybe if there were more psychiatrists around to help us make a diagnosis, I would have known sooner and taken preventative steps and not have my postpartum episodes be such a surprise to me and my doctor.
Sometimes I wonder how I ever got through postpartum depression (PPD) the first time around without Facebook, Google, mommy blogs and my smartphone. That was seven years ago, i.e. the olden days, when everyone didn’t own a smart phone and there weren’t any live online PPD support groups to access.
I’m not saying we need helicopter rides, but we damn well need more than we have right now. We need screening, monitoring, therapy, child care and home care. And why not add PPD rehab to that list? I can’t think of anything better to help moms who are severely suffering than a dedicated facility.
Wouldn’t that be nice? I don’t remember being given the option. I do remember getting a weird look, being brushed off, handed a script and sent home. I can only imagine (fantasize) what rehab for postpartum depression looks like. A limo arrives at my doorstep and out steps Ryan Gosling. “Hey girl,” he says. “We’re going to PPD rehab.”
There is a national crisis when it comes to the proper prevention, diagnosis and treatment of postpartum depression and Canada needs a prenatal and postpartum depression strategy now before more mothers (and their families) are left to suffer unnecessarily.
We’re not part of the largest and coolest postpartum depression (PPD) study ever announced yesterday, but we will be soon, says the study’s lead researcher. Maybe. The study, administered through a smartphone app, has the potential to change our understanding of PPD on a genetic basis.
“Postpartum women should be encouraged to resist the temptation to isolate themselves, push past their comfort zone and take the risk of making some connections with others who may be in a position to provide valuable support.”
When a friend says postpartum depression is normal, I get disappointed. When a psychologist says postpartum depression is normal, I get worried. When a New York Times best selling author and former U.S. congressional candidate with hundreds of thousands of followers says that postpartum depression is normal, I get livid.
Postpartum depression and anxiety are very real and without medication, I wouldn’t be here today. Instead of getting properly treated with medication, I chose meditation and became manic. I thought angels were communicating with me, that there were messages and signs in numbers and nature just for me, and that God had blessed with me postpartum depression for a grander mission. I still meditate and practice yoga and love spirituality, but rest assured, I never miss a dose of my postpartum depression medication.
While tinsel town continues to generate buzz about PPD with new plot twists and more celebrity confessions, here’s hoping that the trend of openness continues in the right direction towards greater awareness and better treatment.
Eating your own placenta goes back thousands of years but has become popular of late thanks to celebrities like Kim and Kourtney Kardashian, Holly Madison, January Jones, Alicia Silverstone, and Mayim Bialik who’ve been talking openly about their experience.
Lactation mania or mammary mania are medical terms for the onset of bipolar symptoms after the cessation of breastfeeding which, looking back, I clearly had after the abrupt weaning of my seven month old.
By the time I became pregnant for a second time in 2013, I felt at my best, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically. I took hypnobirthing classes and had a picture perfect natural birth. My baby was sleeping through the night from day one and so was I. There’s no way PPD would ever find me now. I was wrong.
I just wanted to stay home in my pjs and watch Netflix, which I did on many occasions. So inevitably, I was fired last Monday. And I don’t care. In fact, I don’t seem to give a shit about anything these days. And that’s concerning.