My third trimester was filled with anxiety, and then depression ascended, and my days ebbed and flowed. Panic, anxiety, and a never ending list of tasks led into a spiral of inner thoughts that convinced me my husband and unborn child would thrive if they had a different woman in the house.
Someone more efficient, more cheerful, more kind. Don't get me wrong, I did a LOT to reduce my stress during pregnancy, but postpartum depression and anxiety still found a way to meet me in my newfound motherhood.
By week 3, my husband went back to work, and family wouldn't be making another visit for awhile.
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Someone more efficient, more cheerful, more kind. Don't get me wrong, I did a LOT to reduce my stress during pregnancy, but postpartum depression and anxiety still found a way to meet me in my newfound motherhood.
By week 3, my husband went back to work, and family wouldn't be making another visit for awhile.
I was facing my first week alone with my baby during the day, and I was scared.
What if I get frustrated? What if we don’t bond? What if I make a mistake because I’m too tired? My mind kept thinking a schedule would protect her, but I knew it was impossible to schedule a newborn.
