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Down Dog & Pass it On: Parental Benefits to Baby & Me Yoga

<p>Down Dog & Pass it On: Parental Benefits to Baby & Me Yoga</p>
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A mother again #PostpartumDepression

Just something I thought earlier today and wanted to share here.

Becoming a PT working new mom from being a single FT working mom for 9 years is a really big difference. Less stress and less hours of work but with a 9 month old baby girl now. When COVID hit in 2020 I met my bf on a dating app who now is my husband. I wasn’t expecting anything serious usually because I end up meeting the wrong men but this time was different. I decided to accept the date and from our first day I never left his house. I told him about my depression even though it might push him away but he decided to stay with me and learn from it in order to help me. We got engaged soon after and married. Planned our first child together until the pregnancy was not as easy as I thought it would be. It became high risk and my job was demanding me to work in the same fast speed but I couldn’t. I got on disability until the baby was born and went on maternity leave soon after. I was so depressed throughout my whole pregnancy and scared of what might happen to her more than myself. She finally came at 28 weeks and in the nicu for 2 months. I decided to start working part time and just watch after her when I got off work.

It was so hard at first and some days I just felt down and depressed that I used to just ignore everyone even started not to answer my husbands phone calls and always argued about every little thing. I was having really bad headaches and whenever my daughter cried it will get worse. I went back to therapy and my pills but after 2 months I started to gain weight so my Doctor wanted me to stop it for a bit and just continue with therapy. Honestly it quit everything and I started to workout because I got very tired easily and I felt it was my weights fault.

I started to feel more energetic and then work on my Mental health looking for ways to help myself without these medications and therapy. Mostly my whole day is focused on my daughter and when she’s asleep I write on a journal or think of topics for a blog. I clean, I cook, I sing and play with her, I give her a bath and do her hair, do laundry and sometimes look at TV shows when I have alone time. I try to workout but she takes 5–15 minute naps during the day so it’s impossible to do that.

It’s so hard at 35 years old to become a mom again because it’s not the same as when at my 20s. I’m more tired, exhausted, mentally drained, too many headaches, overeating with the stress and not having time to take a shower. Becoming a mother once more is very hard on some but very loving because it will take your mind of your thoughts and focused on someone else’s. So now I’m ending thi story because I can keep going for hours.

Good luck to all the new mommies duringthis COVID times. And those suffering with depression, I just want to say to you that “you got this and never give up.” Someone is always watching you and there’s people willing to help. If you need support just reach out. #MentalHealth #Pregnancy #Depression

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I like TikTok for the videos which makes me laugh but I really hate their algorithms sometimes. They’ve gotta stop bringing up videos of sick and dying children! It makes me sad anyway but being pregnant just brings a whole new level of sadness and panic incase something bad happens to my child. I’m actually considering getting rid of TikTok because of it. #Depression #Anxiety #Pregnancy

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A New Reality in Mom Stress

<p>A New Reality in Mom Stress</p>
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Pregnancy in Bipolar

TW: mentions of miscarriage (not graphic just talking about it)

So I just found out about a week ago that i am 6 weeks pregnant! Which we’re very happy about. BUT i think perhaps the insomnia and disrupted sleep pattern has caused me to become a little manic. Although I guess it could just be insomnia.

But sometimes I wake up and i haven’t had a lot of sleep and i feel really energetic and excited for the day. But i think it’s been happening even when I do get enough sleep. It’s 6am now and it went to sleep at 1am. Every morning i seem to wake up around 5:30/6am from pregnancy or my puppy waking me up to pee. I’m not sure lol.

I’m also of course on 6 different meds all that could hurt the baby. This has been a MAJOR stressor for me which I guess could contribute to a manic episode too. In fact, I’ve been trying not to get my hopes up too much because there is such a high likelihood i could miscarry.

It feels like my doctors aren’t taking me seriously and don’t understand the URGENCY of getting me off my meds or lowering the dosages. My fucking psychiatrist suggested i see her in a month for a follow up. A MONTH. She does understand that puts me at 10 fucking weeks right?

I called and made an appt with an obgyn and the lady on the phone didn’t seem to find my pregnancy to be high risk enough for the dr to see me before 8 weeks (i went to another place but they didn’t have any openings until I was 8/9 weeks anyways although they would see me sooner). I’m gonna have a baby with a bunch of fucking deformities now because no one will take me seriously and it’s “ mania” if I go off the meds myself but i quite frankly don’t give a shit.

Anyone else with bipolar during pregnancy experienced doctors not taking you seriously? Or has anyone else taken meds (other than antipsychotics because those aren’t high risk drugs) during pregnancy? Did your baby turn out okay? Did you have a premature birth? Any tips to avoid mania during pregnancy?

#BipolarDisorder #Bipolar2Disorder #Bipolar1Disorder #Mania #Pregnancy #Insomnia

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A common type of depression no one is talking about...

Have you heard of perinatal depression? It's more common than you would think!

Pregnancy is often thought to be one of the happiest time's in someone's life but that is just not true. A lot of people have very rough, unpleasant, or even dangerous pregnancies.

Many suffer from depression before, during, and/or after pregnancy and it's definitely something we need to know more about.

Today's podcast guest, Gemma Baxter shares her experience with perinatal depression during her pregnancies and how she was able to treat it.

Please share this episode because this is something that needs to be made aware of!

#Pregnancy #prenataldepression #perinataldepression #PostnatalDepression #Depression #MentalHealthAwareness

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Hello everyone.

CW: medical, pregnancy, C-section, cPTSD, DID, trauma

I am struggling really hard right now. Normally I take CBD and Bupropin to help with my syptoms of cPTSD/DID. I just learned that I am about 4-5 weeks pregnant and while this is a good and planned for thing, I was not prepared for how hard the anxiety and pain would return when I stopped using CBD a few days ago, when I got a positive test.
I will not take an SSRI, I had a horrible experience with them a few years ago and other than "well, just try a bubble bath" I can't find many safe options. (Even the SSRIs come with higher chance of risk than CBD, which is interesting since they are deemed safe to take while pregnant) I am not asking for suggestions as I knoe this is not the appropriate place to ask for medical advice, I just really need to get this off my chest.

My first pregnancy and delivery were a complete nightmare. My doctor messed up and I wound up feeling everything during my emergency C-section (brought on by a seizure that happened because he put me on pitocin, knowing that I am prone to febrile seizures) and nerve damage in my back from their fumbled attempts to numb me. The excuse was that they proceeded as such due to me being Blackfoot (American Indian) and that I wouldn't feel it as much as other women due to my genetics. I doubt I have to tell most of you that's completely false, I feel pain just as much as a Black, White, Asian, or any other type of woman. So I am dealing with those anxieties added to the usual mix of cPTSD/DID symptoms.
I am very fortunate to have an amazing partner who is so supportive and loving. He's doing everything he can and our older kiddo is 11 now, I refuse to burden them with all this, but they realize I am not 100% right now and are also being incredibly wonderful and helpful. I also have my service pitty Nike who never leaves my side and is laying with me and keeping me somewhat calm as I write this.
I cannot turn to my parents or other family, we don't talk as they are the reason for my brain damage, chronic pain and cPTSD/DID.
We already love this baby and want them so much, I just wish I knew how to better manage my symptoms. I have made an extra appointment with my psychiatrist to see if they can help.
Thank you all so much for taking the time to read this. I appreciate y'all and everything I've been able to learn and share here.

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The Long-Term Health Impact of Preeclampsia During Pregnancy

May is Preeclampsia Awareness Month. Preeclampsia is the number one pregnancy disorder facing pregnant people today, and it doesn’t necessarily end when you give birth. Preeclampsia, eclampsia, and HELLP syndrome are all considered hypertensive disorders in pregnancy. Most people think that once the baby is out, everything will be fine. They don’t realize there are quite serious potential long-term side effects of having had preeclampsia. In 2007 I gave birth to my first child. He was born prematurely due to early-onset severe preeclampsia. I also went on to develop eclampsia. I came far too close to death giving birth to my son, and it nearly took his life too. Fast forward to 2010, I gave birth to my second child. He was also premature due to early-onset severe preeclampsia. Lastly, in 2011 I gave birth to my twins. This was now my third time developing early-onset severe preeclampsia and I also developed HELLP syndrome. I never had high blood pressure prior to having preeclampsia and it did not go away after giving birth. I continued taking my blood pressure medication as prescribed and my doctor assured me that it just happens sometimes. Sometimes BP goes back to normal, but that doesn’t always happen. Nobody seemed worried, so I wasn’t worried. That is until about five years out. I woke up one day and I just couldn’t move. I could barely breathe and when I did stand up I had to sit within about two minutes. I felt awful. This progressed for a few hours, so I went to the ER. The following day I was diagnosed with atrial tachycardia and a flutter. They blamed my consistent high blood pressure for these heart issues. Another five years went by and I had a stroke. At this time I was seeing neurology and cardiology specialists. After a long series of various tests, it all came back to the common denominator of preeclampsia. Ten years later preeclampsia still had a hold on my life; how is that possible? Well, according to The Preeclampsia Foundation, “Women who have had preeclampsia have three to four times the risk of high blood pressure and double the risk for heart disease and stroke.” Research also shows that those who give birth prematurely, have an SGA baby, and those who have had it more than once have higher risk factors. This does not mean that every person with preeclampsia is going to end up like me, or even remotely close to what happened to me. This is to make you aware so you can discuss options now with your doctor on maintaining a healthy heart lifestyle. I never thought any of this would happen to me. I had no idea what preeclampsia even was prior to getting it, and unfortunately, there is no way to know who will develop it. There are certain characteristics that put you at higher risk, but I had none of them. Some people may have all of them and not get it. It’s terrifying how fast it can come on. I encourage all pregnant individuals to do a little research on it. Know the symptoms. This goes for those who have had it as well. Please look into these potential side effects and know the symptoms. I am not the same person I once was. I hope by relaying this message I can help prevent possible heart disease and/or stroke in other survivors of preeclampsia.

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Hey everyone! I’m 30 years old and happily in a relationship. We both want a relationship (being a mom is the only thing I’ve always been sure I wanted to do) but I’m afraid of what carrying a child will do to my body. I have #Endometriosis , so I’m not even sure how difficult it will be to concieve, but what I’m most worried about is my #Fibromyalgia . I know you can’t take most medications while pregnant, so I’d be dealing with my regular pain full blast, in addition to the added strain of carrying a child. If you have carried a child could you give me an idea of what it was like, and what helped/didn’t? Thanks

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Managing Medication Risks While Pregnant with Bipolar Disorder

The ultrasound tech said the doctor would explain afterward. The tech would take pictures of the baby, while the doctor reviewed the images in a different room. I watched the tech’s expression while I leaned back on the stiff hospital chair, jelly sliding on my round stomach. She clicked in silence, images froze on the screen. Clouds, a dark blob. The baby’s heart, she said. She only looked calm, and I tried to relax, reminded myself again of the odds that the doctors told us, that everything was fine. I’ve taken lithium off and on for years, along with a couple of other pills tacked on by different doctors according to the swings of my periodic breakdowns. It’s difficult to remember all the medicines I’ve tried. Some have fallen away amid repeated depressive episodes; I’m told these pills did not work. A doctor called a medication “outdated” and threw this one out. Other pills caused mania , weight gain. Since I’m currently in my longest streak of relative stability, almost three years, we say that my medicines are working. My husband and I met once with a special psychiatrist when we decided to start trying to get pregnant. She was a fellow-in-training, focusing on perinatal mental health , around my own age. She wore a gorgeous sheath dress, her mannerisms precise and elegant. I had an idea that I’d be asked to defend my fitness to have a child. I felt I didn’t have much to recommend myself. Eight hospitalizations, years of struggle with suicidality. I avoided telling people I stayed at home working on a novel since I didn’t know how to explain that I wasn’t an artist, only a sick person trying to fend off psychotic depression . I read the notes from that visit a couple of days ago. The doctor listed my behavior as “cooperative and guarded.” Not a bad performance. At the time, I hoped she’d believe I’d make a decent mother because I could deliver a monologue convincingly, about psych wards and 13-year-old traumas. I wasn’t trying to seem guarded, but I don’t know any other way to be, in most situations. I usually take about two years to warm up to people, to get to the point where I look forward to hanging out. And, with almost everybody, not just doctors, I’m always trying to convince people of something, that I’m “normal” or inoffensive. As a kid, I used to calculate obsessively whether I was going to hell. Now I reexamine decisions made years ago, tracing the chances of possible negative consequences and despairing over my doom. I’m guarded about most things, but somehow I have let myself fall for this baby I’m carrying. I rarely think about doom when I think about her. I see the possibilities for her life, uncertainties that would usually terrify me, and I’m thrilled. Thinking about raising her, I allow myself to believe I’ll be a good mother, that I’ll make up for my bedridden depressions with daily caring. She kicks me hard at night, and I wake up and rub my pregnant belly, resting my hand on the bulge that might be her head or foot. The doctor never ended up giving a judgment on whether I should have a child. She asked the standard questions and took notes, her lipstick impeccable while she smiled and typed. I trusted her because she was beautiful and kind. She talked about the risks of my medications, the most significant being lithium’s disputed low risk of association with a fetal heart defect, claimed in some studies and not present in others. She — and two other doctors I met with after I became pregnant — recommended that I stay on my medications. A relapse of my severe illness, if I went off my medicine, could cause the baby harm as well. I don’t know why I wasn’t more scared of disaster like I am with everything else. I followed the doctors’ instructions, swallowed my pills three times daily, got pricked for blood draws every month or so. Met with my psychiatrist every week. Stayed out of the hospital, stayed out of bed almost every day. And when the ultrasound tech left, before the doctor came in and explained our baby’s heart showed no defects, I didn’t ask myself why I’d gambled, or whether I’d regret having a child. By then I wanted her too badly, her whole life that we’d imagined, as much time together as we could get. The odds predicted correctly, everything’s been fine so far. But it didn’t need to be. Shouldn’t I have been more worried? Part of me believes I was being selfish, blinded into incaution by my desire to have a child. But I also wanted to know. When can I take a chance? I’ve rearranged my job, my relationships , all to safeguard against the worst possibilities in myself. I want to think, even with a severe mental illness , I’m allowed to hope that I’ll be one of the lucky ones sometimes. That if I meet with enough doctors, and the odds are on my side, I don’t need to feel afraid. I don’t know if I have that right. If anybody does. What I want: to hold my baby for the first time, with the right mix of hope, and enough anxiety to keep me aware. To throw open the best of my life to her. Somebody, show me how to do it. I’ll try to learn.