Postpartum Depression – Old Haunts Revisited

In about six weeks, my oldest daughter will have a major surgery for her cleft palate. It will be painful for some time, and will restrict her summer activities. This isn’t her first surgery, though. She had three before she was one year old. She’s had a number of other outpatient surgeries, but those first three were pretty significant.
That was also the time period when my postpartum depression set in. I’m sure I had several things stacked against me from the beginning. I was a first time mom, so I was inexperienced and already adjusting to motherhood in the first place. I knew I was going to have a baby with medical challenges. I appreciated knowing first rather than being surprised. But learning about the long-term process was overwhelming. I was returning to work two months after her birth, which was also the time when her first two surgeries occurred.
Just reading the above paragraph can probably clue you in to the amount of weight I was feeling on my shoulders. She was healthy and cleft palate isn’t an immediately life-threatening condition, but her care was complicated and she was pretty small. My postpartum depression had already taken a hold on me by then.
One moment I remember very well from her first surgery when she was two months old. It was a brief procedure, just inserting an appliance in her mouth to help widen it slowly in preparation for the next surgery. When she came back from surgery, she was wailing in pain before her medication kicked in. Her appliance covered some of the cleft and filled up some of her small mouth. Her cry sounded more muffled than what I was used to.
I felt so helpless for her. The surgery was necessary, but we had put her in pain and she didn’t understand why. Whatever I had done to try to be strong for her fell apart. I couldn’t comfort her with my words or touch, I just cried. My long hair draped over her head and my tears rained on her face. We were …



Hello, and Happy Mother’s Day to all moms everywhere! I know a lot of people think that Hallmark invents these holidays – Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, etc. But you know what? Who cares! I am happy to have a day that your status as a mom or dad puts you in the limelight for a moment. Then, it’s business as usual. But who doesn’t enjoy a little breakfast or lunch “at your service”, and a bonafide stapled crayon and computer paper CROWN to wear? That was my Mother’s Day morning today.

Three kids, two jobs, after school activities, friends coming over, house cleaning, visiting relatives, mowing the lawn…Life just keeps tossing balls at you, and you just have to keep swinging. It seems like you’re never caught up, never getting ahead, just paddling to keep your head above water.