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#TheKJWomanIsGood // Meg

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I had a very brief moment in my life when I realized the importance of motherhood. And I was at Target. (Of course you were at Target.) I was leaving though because my very sweet, & very terrible three year old started screaming. I normally don’t let my daughter’s tantrum derail my very deserved Target trip, but she was ruining everyone’s day. Including mine.

To avoid her flailing limbs, I held her under my armpit by her waist. The same way you would carry a purse, but it’s a screaming, three-year-old shaped, wish-you-were-a-Kate-Spade handbag. As I reached my car, there was another woman, heading into the store, with a very angry toddler. We made eye contact & both looked down at our very large pregnant bellies, then we nodded towards each other in a “I can’t believe we are doing this again, but you got this girlfriend” sort of way.

That’s when I knew, we are a team. A team of moms with screaming children, dirty diapers & the will to keep having more, despite their conquests to ruin our trips to Target. And that is also when I realized how much power there is in supporting the women around us.

Without this support, I would have put my mental well-being aside. I have two very sweet daughters. I also have postpartum anxiety & depression. There is a lot of open dialogue about postpartum mental illnesses, which is great. There is comfort in knowing that a lot of other women are struggling right beside us. There is strength in talking about our experiences with anxiety & depression, however, I want to talk about treating it.

There is a period of time that we, as mothers, brace ourselves for. The sleepless nights, the pants that don’t fit quite right, & the normalcy that we try to create after our little one arrives. This transition in life can often mask our internal struggles. What is the difference between being depressed & just being exhausted with a newborn? What is the difference between being an attentive parent or being paranoid with anxiety? I didn’t know.

After I had my first daughter, I was hyper aware of the baby blues. Every shift of emotion I evaluated & analyzed. Coming from a long line of mental illness, I was waiting for my first depressive episode but it never came. However, I did notice how I was quick to become angry. I was constantly irritated with my daughter, husband, friends, Meredith Grey, & Amazon Prime. Everyone was being the worst. Everyone.

Almost a year later of the birth of my first daughter, I finally opted to see a doctor about my mood. That’s when I first was acquainted with postpartum anxiety. I was uptight, irritated & my body constantly felt like it was buzzing. My OBGYN offered me a lot of options to treat my anxiety. Exercise, diet, therapy, medication or a combination of treatments.

I didn’t want the medication. I thought I could learn coping techniques to shift my mood or eat salad until anxiety went away. It helped. Exercise helped the most. I also accepted that this aspect of my mood was here to stay & I needed to just deal with it.

Here’s the thing: anxiety is tricky. Just as you accept that you may need some help, the anxiety subsides. You convince yourself, “hey, maybe it’s gone for good.” It’s like the monster under the bed. It creeps out when you are feeling content. That is probably why I went to the doctors three more times about these anxious episodes.

After the support from the women around me, another baby & a few years later, I finally filled a prescription for an antidepressant. Medication isn’t for everyone, nor do I believe it should be. However, it has helped me. I have a new sense of clarity. The anxiety is still a part of me, but it’s quieter now.

If you need support, let me be your girl to tell you, if you are feeling the effects of anxiety of depression, talk to your doctor. See a therapist. Fill your prescription. You will be a better person, mother & friend if you choose to take care of yourself. We are in the trenches of motherhood together & I will slip you a Zoloft if you need it. (JK. Too far, I know. I don’t share my medication. See you at Target.)

xoxo

Meg

@meglivingston

3 comments

  • Malin: July 21, 2018

    Beautifully written Meg. You go girlfriend! Thank you for your words of wisdom.

    I’m 5 months into motherhood, and just as I’m writing this, I realize that’s the first time I’ve thought of this chapter of my life in this way!
    Up until this moment, I’ve been labeling it with a “my daughter is 5 months old”, not “I’m a mother since 5 months back”. I realised there’s such a difference in those two statements for me… Yes, my beautiful girl is 5 months old, and it’s amazing watching her grow and develop. BUT, I must remember I am growing and developing too!

    I think this will make it easier for me to be a little bit more OK, with my new body, my new ‘normal day’, the lessons I’m constantly learning, and all the other new things that come with motherhood.

  • Jo: July 20, 2018

    As always, I love and appreciate your message as well as its delivery. Well done, Meg!

  • Tiffanie Jensen: July 20, 2018

    Oh how I love the way you write. I always have! So glad you got to do a guest post here. Thanks for being so down to earth and relatable. Thanks especially for being brave and sharing about your postpartum struggles – it’s been somewhat of a comfort blanket to me as I’ve stepped into my own long line of postpartum issues to know you’re walking alongside me down this path. I have a lot of love and admiration for you, as a woman, friend, wife and mom. You’re doing a killer job Meg! Beautiful post.

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