Pregnancy can be an arduous journey for many. From the relentless morning sickness to the discomfort of internal organs being pushed aside as the baby grows, the aches and pains of the third trimester, and the intensity of a c-section delivery—it’s safe to say that I eagerly anticipate the moment my baby arrives.
When I check into the hospital, and the staff inquires if I experience postpartum depression, I firmly say no. What I feel is not depression; it’s joy. Joy that I no longer have to endure the trials of pregnancy. Joy that both my baby and I have survived surgery. Joy at finally meeting and holding this new life I’ve nurtured for nine months.
Yet, it’s not just joy. There’s something else lurking beneath the surface. This feeling doesn’t quite fit the mold of sadness; instead, it’s a mix of anxiety, regret, and nostalgia. My anxiety, which I was diagnosed with four years ago following a traumatic birth experience, seems to have always been a part of me.
This complex mixture often manifests in terrifying fantasies, primarily focused on potential harm befalling my baby or family. I find myself obsessing over the sudden change from being pregnant to not, reminiscing about the aspects of pregnancy that I think I’ll miss. To clarify, these scenarios don’t involve any thoughts of harming my baby or regrets about bringing him into the world. Instead, they present unlikely yet distressing situations where we face danger, alongside a longing for those moments I cherished, like feeling my baby move inside me or dreaming about hearing his first cries.
This postpartum challenge tends to rear its head during moments of vulnerability or solitude: at night when the house is quiet, after visitors have left, or when my husband returns to work and I’m alone with the baby. Even during naptime, when I have a brief reprieve, my mind is flooded with worries.
The haunting thoughts include visions of accidentally dropping my baby while changing him or fears of him choking in his sleep as I lie unaware beside him. Every little movement he makes sends me spiraling into panic, convinced he might suffer the same brain injury-related seizures as my older son did during birth. It tortures me with images of illness and tragedy striking those I hold dear.
This postpartum monster also reinforces the reality that I will never again experience the miracle of growing a life within me. I made a definitive choice during my last c-section, opting for a tubal ligation, which the doctor assured me was necessary due to severe complications from my previous pregnancies. This decision weighs heavily on me, reminding me that I’ll never again feel the gentle kicks or hiccups of a baby inside me. I miss the moments spent talking to my belly, knowing someone inside was listening. The memory of hearing my baby’s first cries fills me with both joy and a sense of loss, regretting that I won’t experience that overwhelming emotion again.
This postpartum monster exists in a gray area between elation and despair, sharing space with fear, nostalgia, and regret. It lingers for weeks, playing with my emotions and occupying my thoughts. Though its influence may fade, its mark remains, serving as a reminder of the realities of motherhood. The existence of this postpartum monster, while fleeting, is undeniably real and can be one of the most frightening aspects of the postpartum experience.
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In summary, the postpartum experience, while filled with joy, can also bring forth a complex range of emotions, including anxiety and regret. Understanding these feelings is vital for navigating the transition into motherhood.