After my first child Luke was born I wondered why having a baby wasn’t as magical as I imagined. I thought you were supposed to lounge around in your pajamas all day while snuggling an adorable baby. In reality, postpartum consisted of raw nipples, stitches in my lady parts, and sleep deprivation so horrifying I seriously considered giving my baby to someone, anyone who wanted him.
I had postpartum depression. I hated myself for tiny mistakes I made in my role of mother. If I didn’t get Luke’s diaper on right away because he was squirming, I thought I should kill myself because Luke would be better off with another mom. If I put Luke to bed and he woke up thirty minutes later, I thought I was a despicable mother because I didn’t even know how to put my own baby to bed.
I could not stop the dark thoughts I had about myself as a mother. After one of my small mishaps, I would hide somewhere in the house crying hysterically while mentally berating myself for every mistake I had made that day. I was hypersensitive to comments made by anyone. If someone said, “Do you think he needs a blanket?” I thought, “Oh, my great aunt visiting from Texas thinks I don’t know how to take care of my child. She knows he needs a blanket, and I am thoroughly unaware of my child’s basic need for warmth.”
No one knew the shame I felt on a daily basis for not living up to my unrealistic standards of what motherhood should look like.
I’ve often contemplated where I came to obtain this perception of what motherhood should be. Pinterest? Facebook? Every diaper commercial I’ve ever seen since childhood? Moms, we have literally been brainwashed since birth about what we should look like, what we should wear, and, yes, what type of mother we should be.
I decided to delete all my social media accounts. Some of you may cringe at the thought. But how will everyone see my adorable little human I’ve created if I don’ t make my hourly post of my baby sleeping like an angel? If you can’t commit to deleting your accounts (Which I totally get. It may be your only form of communication with some of your family or friends), might I suggest taking a break from social media, at least until you feel more established and confident in your new found role of mother.
So how did I escape this hellish nightmare my life had become? I told someone how I felt. Your thoughts lose their power when you say them out loud. Yes, it can be totally embarrassing to tell someone you thought about giving away your new born baby or that you lay in bed the other night wondering if you could successfully kill yourself using a belt. It’s awkward, mortifying, and embarrassing, but it must be done. Find a trustworthy relative or friend whom you know will not judge you and confide your thoughts and feelings in them. If those people don’t exist for you right now or you can’t possibly imagine telling your mother that you thought about throwing her new grandbaby out the window, try talking to a counselor. I did.
Silent thoughts gain power. Don’t give them power. Tell someone how you feel.