How to Identify and Cope with Postpartum Adjustment (Depression)
December 18, 2009 by Practical Mommy · 1 Comment
Our Expert Mommy, Shellie Fidell helps us figure out when postpartum sadness is more than the Baby Blues.
Mom Confessions: Postpartum Depression (part 2)
July 2, 2009 by Contributor · 1 Comment
This VIDEO (3:06) is the second in a series of three in which Heidi shares how it feels to have postpartum depression. One of the challenges of PPD is that it goes unrecognized by many women who suffer from it, making it challenging for them to reach out and find support. It is very rare that a new mom says, “I think I have postpartum depression.” More often and very often, women feel what Heidi describes in her videos.
“In the weeks prior to going to the hospital, I was very emotional, very down. Crying a lot. I had stopped being able to take care of my newborn daughter. I was nursing her still but there was no eye contact and when that happens with a young baby, they start to become despondent.” ~ Heidi Howes
Mom Confessions: Postpartum Depression (part 1)
June 25, 2009 by Contributor · 3 Comments
This VIDEO (3:06) is the first in a series of three that we will be publishing over three weeks in which Heidi shares how it feels to have postpartum depression. One of the challenges of PPD is that it goes unrecognized by many women who suffer from it, making it challenging for them to reach out and find support.
It is very rare that a new mom says, “I think I have postpartum depression.” More often and very often, women feel what Heidi describes in her videos.
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How to Recognize Postpartum Depression
February 22, 2009 by Contributor · 6 Comments
More than just the Baby Blues
When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, I was relieved. In some way, I knew it was my saving grace. Just two months earlier my beloved father had been severely injured in a car accident while on vacation in New Zealand, and he was still lying in a coma on the other side of the world fighting for his life. While his fate was undecided, I knew that this tiny life growing inside me would give me the strength I needed to nurture myself and my son while sitting in the limbo of my father’s uncertain outcome.
At the time it didn’t occur to me how compromised I was emotionally, I was just trying to get through from one day to the next caring for a toddler, working, being a wife, daughter, and friend. When my little girl’s name crept into my dreams at night I woke in the morning ready to face another day that otherwise might have been unwanted.
