surprisedmama
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I didn't read through everything on this thread, as I'm up, down, and all around, but thank you all for sharing your stories. I will get to them today, promise!
Motherhood has been the most wonderful, most horrifying, most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. It's great, yet frustrating. There are some days, even with my daughter at 18 months old, that I want to run away and never look back. Obviously I never would do it, but it's crossed my mind.
It has NOT been easy for me with her and I literally have to take it day by day sometimes. I had her on the first day of my last semester of college. I was frantically emailing my professors while I was in labor begging them for help and promising them I wouldn't let them down and to please let me stay in their classes. We came home on a Sunday and I was doing homework online as soon as we were settled. A week after birth, I was back in class. Full time classes, I worked part time, and also was working at an internship. There were nights I had to set her in her crib a half hour before my DH got home and go sit in the shower crying because I couldn't do it.
Then, in May 2012, I started having severe gallbladder attacks. The day after Memorial Day in 2012, I had my gallbladder removed. Not such a bad thing, but I was cut off from exercise for 4 weeks. Nothing more than walking. Exercise is a huge stress release and even when I'm super busy, I make time for something. I was holding on by a thread and just lost it after the surgery. In June, I finally decided to see my primary doctor and was diagnosed with PPD and put on Zoloft. We agreed that it would be temporary and I was able to come off in December before getting pregnant. I was able to get back into exercise and the medication helped as well.
The biggest thing I've learned/am working on, is that I'm not Super Woman and I can't do it all. It's okay to ask for help. I was amazed at how many people have gone through similar things as me. My mom was my rock through it all. She never told me to "just be happy" or "be happy I have a healthy baby". She told me it would suck sometimes and that it sucked for her when she had us. But, all those times are much less than the great times and it wouldn't always be bad and down.
Thankfully, my husband and I know the signs to watch out for and will be super careful this time around. I'll not hesitate to reach out for help if things get bad. Taking medication or asking for help doesn't make us bad moms, that was huge for me. If I need it, so be it.

Motherhood has been the most wonderful, most horrifying, most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. It's great, yet frustrating. There are some days, even with my daughter at 18 months old, that I want to run away and never look back. Obviously I never would do it, but it's crossed my mind.
It has NOT been easy for me with her and I literally have to take it day by day sometimes. I had her on the first day of my last semester of college. I was frantically emailing my professors while I was in labor begging them for help and promising them I wouldn't let them down and to please let me stay in their classes. We came home on a Sunday and I was doing homework online as soon as we were settled. A week after birth, I was back in class. Full time classes, I worked part time, and also was working at an internship. There were nights I had to set her in her crib a half hour before my DH got home and go sit in the shower crying because I couldn't do it.
Then, in May 2012, I started having severe gallbladder attacks. The day after Memorial Day in 2012, I had my gallbladder removed. Not such a bad thing, but I was cut off from exercise for 4 weeks. Nothing more than walking. Exercise is a huge stress release and even when I'm super busy, I make time for something. I was holding on by a thread and just lost it after the surgery. In June, I finally decided to see my primary doctor and was diagnosed with PPD and put on Zoloft. We agreed that it would be temporary and I was able to come off in December before getting pregnant. I was able to get back into exercise and the medication helped as well.
The biggest thing I've learned/am working on, is that I'm not Super Woman and I can't do it all. It's okay to ask for help. I was amazed at how many people have gone through similar things as me. My mom was my rock through it all. She never told me to "just be happy" or "be happy I have a healthy baby". She told me it would suck sometimes and that it sucked for her when she had us. But, all those times are much less than the great times and it wouldn't always be bad and down.
Thankfully, my husband and I know the signs to watch out for and will be super careful this time around. I'll not hesitate to reach out for help if things get bad. Taking medication or asking for help doesn't make us bad moms, that was huge for me. If I need it, so be it.


