Yesterday my work colleague texted me, “Oh…Beth.” Turns out she was depressed? They don’t call it post partum depression for nothing, right?
She was overwhelmed and feeling blue. I reassured her that she was dealing with a massive dip in hormones and that her chemical make-up of her body created the depression.
“I guess you are right. I just feel so awful. I wanted this for SO long. I went through SO much. I should be jumping over rainbows.”
Truth is, ladies (and gents), even those who made it through to the other side are still down. It’s not the sorrow of infertility and miscarriages and periods and doctors and needles and baby showers by oneself – it’s all of that leaving the body. It’s all of it going to the wayside to make room. Her sadness is the last of the bad stuff.
And the beginning of the good. (When her baby starts sleeping longer hours.)