My struggle with Post-Partum Health Anxiety
As the new year begins, I reflect over the past year with fondness, nostalgia and regret. Last year was one of the most rewarding yet challenging years of my life. It was the best year yet the most fearful. Becoming a mother has filled my heart with love that I never knew I was capable of and at the same time a fear that seemed to consume me.
I didn’t understand what was happening at the start and it started gradually. I was happy, completely happy with our new family and besotted with this gorgeous bundle we had made. I loved being a mum, it was tiring and demanding but I loved every minute of it. I wanted time to slow down so I could really cherish every single moment I had with my baby who I knew would grow up too fast. So when our Health Visitor breached the subject of Postpartum Depression I shot it down straight away. I wasn’t depressed, I was over the moon!
It started with little intruding thoughts here and there, “What if I fell down the stairs with the baby while my fiancé is offshore” and “What if another car hit me while I was driving with the baby in the car”, but I managed to shrug them off until about 3 months postpartum when I started getting joint pain. I first had a little pain in one knee, then my fingers started clicking, until one morning I woke to find my thumb and forefingers were all bent and stiff. After a trip to the doctor, I was referred to a Rheumalogist and that is when it all began. I became a google doctor, googling my symptoms every moment I could, to the point my fiancé had to take my phone and computer away from me. By the time I actually saw the Rheumatologist I had convinced my self I had an auto-immune disease and was going to die or be crippled. Fortunately the Rheumatologist confirmed that I have nothing of the sort and that it is common for women to experience joint pains after pregnancy.
My relief was only short lived as I couldn’t accept that was the answer, what if I had something horrible and they were missing it? My constant googling and paranoia started to take control of my life. Any symptom I felt I would google it. In one afternoon I had googled over 10 different cancers fearful that I might have one of them. My breaking point was when I was taken to hospital in Australia for abdominal pain and was told I had a cyst on my right ovary. Unfortunately for me, I was first told by a student doctor who had no idea what she was saying, whose uncertainty and elusiveness sent me into a panicked crying fit.
I pleaded with GOD and life to not let this happen, that I had a baby who needed me and that I didn’t want to die! Since the death of my father when I was young I had always wanted a family of my own to fill the void, now I finally had my family, I was finally happy, please do not take this away from me.
So when the senior doctor came in and explained that the cyst was benign and was most likely caused by Endometriosis, he shone a light and made me see that I had a problem. My brief outburst had brought up feelings that I didn’t realise I still had. Made me face the fact that I still had issues concerning my dads passing. My fear of missing out on my sons life is the sadness that he is missing out on mine. His grandchild, being here to walk me down the aisle.
When I got home I looked up postpartum depression and found Postpartum health anxiety. I was shocked to see that I was not the only one. It is a very common part of postpartum anxiety which is not often talked about. Women all over the world were feeling the exact same way as me, whether they had lost a parent or not, and were in need of help. As I read all the stories of all these different mothers I felt relief and sadness. Relief that I was not the only one and that with help I could address my issues. Sadness at seeing so many others suffer and torment themselves all because there is not enough education on this subject.
There is a stigma regarding postpartum depression and anxiety which needs to be addressed. Women need to know that no matter how strong, independent and good a mum you are, you can also experience a form of postpartum depression and there is nothing wrong with that. I falsely believed that because I was not having difficulty bonding with my baby, or was not sad that I didn’t suffer from PPD. We gave up our bodies, lives and sometimes, our sanity for our babies. It takes time and patience to bounce back.We need to learn to admit that having a baby is hard and DOES take a toll on us without feeling like a failure and that it is ok to ask for help. I am the poster child for not asking for help.
If you are experiencing this, then please speak out and let other women know that they are not alone. This post has been a difficult one for me to write and share with you all but if I can help just one person by writing this and encourage others to tell their story, then it is worth it.
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Thank you much for sharing, I am going through tough times too, and I have the same thoughts as you had, from falling of the stairs to dying or fainting all alone with the kids. I still can’t believe it PPD, Like you I didn’t have any problems with my baby, it started with panic attacks that wake me up in the middle of the night and when they stopped I started suffering from constant pounding heart and dizziness. Your post gives me hope that it will pass and I will get over it. Thanks again and God bless you and your baby too.
Thanks Hiba, I’m sorry to hear you have been going through this too but know you are not alone! Drop me a line if you ever need to talk about it. Awareness is the key so please feel free to share. Stand strong and know you are a great mum. If we didn’t love our babies so much we wouldn’t be feeling this! Xxx
I was very similar to you but it didn’t happen to me until after I weaned my son.
You aren’t alone, Kylie! I have experienced health anxiety since antenatal anxiety began when I was pregnant with my son, 9 years ago. It’s been a long and difficult road to wellness, but it has gotten better. Health anxiety is so poorly understood in general, which makes it one of those mental illnesses that is particularly stigmatized. Wishing you health, wellness, and unending joy from one anxious mama to another. <3
Hi Ellia, Thanks for your comment! I am glad to hear you are better. It really is misunderstood and can be scary telling people as you are scared they will just think you are a loon! Thanks for getting in touch xx
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