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useless rambler

(finally delurking... HI!!!)

Bless your heart! I *so* feel your pain... with each post, I rewind back about 7 (egads!) years, when I was adjusting to life with two kids (oldest was 2.5 when #2 was born).

I had PPD with my first, which was pretty bad for a while, but things evened out. Then, with #2, I finally got help about 3 months post-partum. I was put on meds and, honestly, they *saved* me. I don't think I really knew how bad it was until it finally started getting better (hope that makes sense!!). I was able to taper off of the medication after about six months.

I have no idea if you do or not, just thought it might help to hear from someone who was there firsthand. Meds or not, it *does* get better. I found going from one kid to two was very hard. Juggling the demands can be so difficult... then, we forget to take care of ourselves.

Don't know if I've said anything remotely meaningful or not... I just wanted to give you a hug and a pat on the back, 'cuz I think you are doing an amazing job!!!

Feel free to email if you'd like to know more about the PPD.


you know, I've considered the same thing -- for both you and me, since we're living parallel misery ;) -- and it's hard to sort out. How much is potential PPD, and how much is a normal reaction to a shitty situation?

Having had PPD with Claire, there are definitely symptoms that are ABSENT for me this time around. I used to dread the night with a sense of DOOM, and I had difficulty sleeping even when she slept. Neither of those things are part of my crappy feeling in the last couple of weeks, so for right now, I'm going with normal crap, not PPD crap.

As I told a friend, I've pushed the button for "survival mode", meaning that if we're fed, sleeping as best as possible, and maintaining reasonable hygiene, we're doing JUST FINE. The rest will come in time, and the baby won't know the difference.

Hang in there, sista.


You know, I've been meaning to blog about PPD. I'll do it asap, maybe it will help you decide for sure if you could have it or not. I will say that it took me over 3 months to admit it was possible after my daughter was born and seek help. Unfortunately, the meds never really helped. This time, I got different meds while still in the hospital and I feel a thousand times better than a did. It is so much better this time than it was with my daughter that I know the meds have made a difference.
I hope you are right and you do not have PPD, but please feel free to drop me a line if you want to talk about it. And I promise to write on my blog about it soon.


I've been thinking back to just after my second was born, and how I felt like maybe I just wasn't cut out to be a stay at home mom, I should just find a caregiver for my kids and go back to work. Now, I am so happy to be able to be with my kids, and I realize that my feelings were hormonally driven...that, and the reality that new babies = lots of work, and sleep deprivation can make everything worse.

Ask Moxie had a post on PPD this week, don't know if you read it (ie. had a chance at all), and her take was that PPD is a creeping up kind of condition, making it hard to know when you've "crossed the line from baby blues to PPD. For me, I knew when I called the public health hot line and couldn't tell the nurse that I thought I had PPD because I was crying so hard. Hopefully, once the health issues clear up, and with more sleep as Way gets a little older, you will feel better. (If it's any consolation, it's about -40F here with the wind chill. I'm trapped in the house with my kidlets and they are refusing to nap today. Ugh!)


I hope that it is situational (you surely have the situation for it!), but there is no shame in getting help if you need it. Here's hoping that everyone gets - and stays - well very soon. Please let me know if I can help in some way.

Arkie Mama

Poor Delaney! I hope she feels better soon. Fingers crossed that it won't spread...

As for PPD, it snuck up on me gradually with the second one. By the time I figured out what was going on, it had morphed into just plain old depression.

Pay attention to how you're feeling. If it is PPD or becomes PPD, you'll know.


hey babe. i keep checking in--i'm not that far out from the infant and toddler kid thing that i don't remember. i remember with vivid clarity! i remember when the girl was oh, about four months old, throwing a spring party for the boy who had, until then, been sorely neglected, and i remember retreating to my horridly messy den to breast feed while all the other moms sat chatting in my living room and all i wanted to do was cry. it's SO hard. PPD or not, it's hard.

i was never treated for PPD, but there were times i wondered whether i had it. then, gradually, the fog began to clear. even with all the many ear infections the girl had between 3 weeks and 6 months. i hated feeling like the boy was an incubator for germs whose sole purpose it was to attack the baby girl.

the best thing that ever happened was a pediatric nurse looking me in the eye and asking, "and how are YOU doing?" just knowing that someone cared about how i was doing helped. perhaps it would be helpful just to give your ob/gyn a call if you haven't already? just to check in and see if your level of discomfort is considered in the normal range?

take care of yourself and get out on the porch whenever you can. we're buried in a foot of snow this morning. the best thing about it is that it brightened the dreary winter landscape :)



I had PPD as well, and denied it and fought it for 5 weeks, right before I had to go back to work, I realized there was no way I could continue like that. Some times, I would feel fine, but the littlest things would just overwhelm me. I kept telling myself, I'm fine, I'm fine. My mother suffers from MAJOR depression, and I was always so happy that I had never had any issues with it at all, so I fought it extra hard. When I finally talked to my doctor, he put me on meds, and all I can say is "What took me so long?" I'm back to the old me again, and it is so much easier to deal with my life now. I highly recommend seeking help if you even remotely think you need it -- it isn't worth struggling on a daily basis!


If it starts with Bronchi- or Broncho- it's probably a danger to the baby. Will your lovely little cougher wear a surgical mask when she's near her brother? Will it help? It might be worth it, or then again, not.
Good luck! Things must start looking up. Really.

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