About six months postpartum I started becoming very short tempered. I call it Postpartum Rage. There were days when I woke up just annoyed. There were days when every little thing made me angry. Things that are usually a mild annoyance became enraging. Sometimes I could tell I’m overreacting as it is happening. It’s almost like an out of body experience where I see myself yelling and freaking out, and somewhere I think “why are you getting so mad? This isn’t a big deal” and yet I’m still yelling, I can’t seem to stop getting mad. I didn’t think I had PPD, I didn’t have the “normal” symptoms of not being able to stop crying or feeling unhappy or depressed all the time. I just had this anger seething just below the surface ready to explode at any provocation.
It was starting to affect my relationship. My poor husband got the worst of it. I was able to keep it together with the kids for the most part. Obviously I can’t get mad at a baby for just being a baby. Lulu did experience some of my short fuse but I could usually contain and control my anger or at least take a mommy timeout. But by the time Husband would get home from work, often my nerves were shot. After spending all day pushing the anger down I would lash out at him. I didn’t realize how often I was getting mad for seemingly no reason or how unapproachable I was becoming until he finally said something. He was very gentle in suggesting that maybe I need help; I guess he didn’t want to incur more of my wrath. After he pointed it out my initial reaction was “no I don’t”. What I was experiencing didn’t really fit the idea of PPD that I was always taught about. But the more I thought about it the more I started to realize that I haven’t been feeling like myself for a few weeks. I started to be more aware of the “angry” days and I started to be more aware of the feelings that seem to trigger the anger. I also reached out and started seeing someone, though she is proving to be quite useless so I’m not sure how much difference that’s making.
I know that anger is a pretty common symptom of depression. I had some similar symptoms when I was struggling with a bit of depression after our big move. But I didn’t make the connection between my anger and PPD. My symptoms didn’t match the cookie cutter stereotypical idea of what depression is like. Here is the “mom” section of the questionnaire I fill out at every well-child appointment for Booboo
I don’t think I know anyone who has not felt “down” at least once in a two week span. But overall, I don’t feel depressed or hopeless. There are days or even weeks when Booboo seems to wake me up every hour or two at night and refuses to settle down. I sure feel no interest or pleasure in “doing things” on those days. Sounds like being tired makes you positive for PPD. That doesn’t seem right. So if these kinds of typical questions that the doctors ask don’t help us figure out whether there’s actually something wrong, how are we supposed to know?
Despite the fact that by now most of the general population seem to know about PPD and be fairly accepting of it, it’s still hard to get help. Part of the reason is that you are supposed to be self-aware enough to differentiate between “normal” postpartum symptoms and moods and PPD. All new mothers are stressed and sleep deprived and with that comes being tired, impatient, scatter brained, anxious. New moms are often lonely and overwhelmed. When you spend your day in a haze of exhaustion changing diapers and breastfeeding it can be difficult to tell how much depression is “normal” and how much depression is “I need help”. This is probably why many of the women I know who do seek help wish they had done so much sooner than they did. Not to mention that even once you do realize that maybe you need professional help the idea of having to find the time to go to the doctor or call therapists to find the right one or actually go see someone can be stressful and anxiety inducing on its own.
I really do think that being aware of the problem is a big step towards feeling better. I am better about taking time for myself more regularly and I’m starting to recognize some of the feelings that cause me to feel negatively in general. My underlying identity crisis around motherhood is still an unresolved issue for me that I’m working on. Writing this blog has been an incredibly cathartic. I know that awareness isn’t always enough and I know women who are aware they need help but still have difficulty getting it. There is a real problem when it comes to supporting new mothers in North America and PPD is definitely a symptom of this larger problem. Being told by a nurse to “get help if you need it” as you’re being checked out of the hospital with a 2-day old newborn is the equivalent of a well-meaning but clueless friend telling you to “call if you need anything”. It sounds like a good thing for them to say at the time but it’s too vague to be taken seriously and doesn’t offer any actual help.