Postpartum Blogs

  • Surviving Postpartum Psychosis and Losing my Son...

    I survived Postpartum Psychosis, my Son did not...

    In March of 1999 I had just turned 25 and was about to give birth to my second child. My daughter was turning 6 later that month as well so there should have been a lot of celebrating to do. I went a week and a half past my due date, and my son was born on March 11th at 11:10pm; Hunter Macarthy Ramsey.
    Although I was excited, exhausted and not feeling quite right, little did I know a month later my little boy would be dead and I would be committed to the Augusta Mental Health Institute; responsible for his death.

    I grew up in a small coastal town in Maine. I always refer to my family as "Old Maine". I guess alluding to the fact that nobody talks about their feelings. We still banked the house in the winter with plastic and hay and things always went unspoken. We were strong Maine women. It would have been nice if we were half as strong as what we thought we were supposed to be.
    My mother was one of 6 children, very typical around here; they were Catholic. She had me when she was 17 and married my father I was told to get out of the house. Secrets, Secrets, Secrets...

    I bounced around from relative to relative after the divorced and started kindergarten late waiting for my mother to come back from where ever it was she had gone. Eventually she did and ended up in a co-dependent relationship with my Stepfather and they had my brother and sister. There were years and years of fighting, alcohol, staying, leaving, packing up and moving back.
    When I was 14, after a two day bender of not going to school, my Mom and stepdad fighting, packing and unpacking; my mother hung herself in our bathroom. I learned of this from her father (my grandfather) as she had sent me there to spend the night.
    He informed me since I was the oldest child it was my responsibility to plan the funeral. Looking back, I think he was just devastated and was doing the best he could in those moments. So, with my grandfather driving me around and footing the bill, I proceeded to plan my mother's funeral. I don't remember everything, just bits and pieces. What I do remember is finally demanding to see her at the funeral parlor as we were writing her obituary. I had to; I couldn't or wouldn't bel

  • Selma Blair Gets Real About Postpartum Hair Loss and More!

    Selma Blair is refreshingly candid about the realities of postpartum hair loss following the birth of her adorable son, Arthur Saint.

  • Postpartum Stress & Your Dog

    Your first days, weeks and even months can be an emotional roller coaster!

    Having just experienced the postpartum stage again for the fourth time, I can honestly say that sometimes even preparing does not seem to help. You are preparing for something you have no idea how it will present itself. Your birth is unpredictable, and so is postpartum.

  • Running is my PPD anti-depressant

    I delivered a beautiful baby girl in August of 07'. The first couple of days I had a lot of energy felt good for the first time in a long time. But after about 2 days it hit me again. I thought why am I so sad why cant I just feel normal. We were in the process of buying a house while we were pregnant and we ended up signing at the hospital the day our daughter was born. We weren't moved in at all, there was no nursery to lay my baby down, and the house chaotic. I figured maybe I was sad I never got the opportunity to nest.

  • Are you interested in prenatal yoga?

    Are you interested in learning more about prenatal yoga and its benefits?
    If so, global yoga specialist, Jiivana has just launched its renowned prenatal yoga DVD, Bliss From Within, in the UK today. The DVD has been endorsed by The National Association of Childbirth Educators and is seen to be the most comprehensive prenatal Yoga DVD on the market.

    For a clip from the DVD please visit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yreizEBmwHs
    or to order a copy and get £3 off visit www.jiivana.co.uk and type in the promotional code: JiivanaUK1000.

  • 2 before 20

    So my first pregnancy was when i was 15 years old and it was during my sophomore year of high school. not really my fault or anything, just put myself in a bad situation but hey couldn't change the past. but i found out my child was gonna be a boy and i was happy. when i was 16 i had him. he was due may 1st but he came 2 wks and 4 days early. it was apr. 13th 2007. he was 7lbs 6 oz and 20.5 in. long. i named him trentyn xavier. his labor/delivery was really easy, only about 5 and a half hours long and with no pain meds and vaginal, with an episiotomy. i gained about 45 pounds with it.

  • Laughing Through the Chaos - 5 milligrams is all it takes

    I've got a great support network of other moms online, and one day I told them that I was really irritable and stupid little things were really pissing me off. I told them that I'd cry really easily over stuff that never would have bothered me before. Postpartum depression was brought up. I shrugged it off and said - nope, not me, not depressed.

  • Intimacy in a Postpartum World

    I should give up much of myself to help nurture and feed the baby while juggling the management of the older kids. I've done it and will willingly do it again. I'm a team player and I do love bonding with my babies. But I'm in a near state of panic about losing my nookie for the foreseeable future.

  • Laughing Through the Chaos - 5 milligrams is all it takes

    I've got a great support network of other moms online, and one day I told them that I was really irritable and stupid little things were really pissing me off. I told them that I'd cry really easily over stuff that never would have bothered me before. Postpartum depression was brought up. I shrugged it off and said - nope, not me, not depressed.

  • Selma Blair Gets Real About Postpartum Hair Loss and More!

    Selma Blair is refreshingly candid about the realities of postpartum hair loss following the birth of her adorable son, Arthur Saint.

  • 2 before 20

    So my first pregnancy was when i was 15 years old and it was during my sophomore year of high school. not really my fault or anything, just put myself in a bad situation but hey couldn't change the past. but i found out my child was gonna be a boy and i was happy. when i was 16 i had him. he was due may 1st but he came 2 wks and 4 days early. it was apr. 13th 2007. he was 7lbs 6 oz and 20.5 in. long. i named him trentyn xavier. his labor/delivery was really easy, only about 5 and a half hours long and with no pain meds and vaginal, with an episiotomy. i gained about 45 pounds with it.

  • Are you interested in prenatal yoga?

    Are you interested in learning more about prenatal yoga and its benefits?
    If so, global yoga specialist, Jiivana has just launched its renowned prenatal yoga DVD, Bliss From Within, in the UK today. The DVD has been endorsed by The National Association of Childbirth Educators and is seen to be the most comprehensive prenatal Yoga DVD on the market.

    For a clip from the DVD please visit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yreizEBmwHs
    or to order a copy and get £3 off visit www.jiivana.co.uk and type in the promotional code: JiivanaUK1000.

  • Running is my PPD anti-depressant

    I delivered a beautiful baby girl in August of 07'. The first couple of days I had a lot of energy felt good for the first time in a long time. But after about 2 days it hit me again. I thought why am I so sad why cant I just feel normal. We were in the process of buying a house while we were pregnant and we ended up signing at the hospital the day our daughter was born. We weren't moved in at all, there was no nursery to lay my baby down, and the house chaotic. I figured maybe I was sad I never got the opportunity to nest.

  • Intimacy in a Postpartum World

    I should give up much of myself to help nurture and feed the baby while juggling the management of the older kids. I've done it and will willingly do it again. I'm a team player and I do love bonding with my babies. But I'm in a near state of panic about losing my nookie for the foreseeable future.

  • Postpartum Stress & Your Dog

    Your first days, weeks and even months can be an emotional roller coaster!

    Having just experienced the postpartum stage again for the fourth time, I can honestly say that sometimes even preparing does not seem to help. You are preparing for something you have no idea how it will present itself. Your birth is unpredictable, and so is postpartum.

  • Surviving Postpartum Psychosis and Losing my Son...

    I survived Postpartum Psychosis, my Son did not...

    In March of 1999 I had just turned 25 and was about to give birth to my second child. My daughter was turning 6 later that month as well so there should have been a lot of celebrating to do. I went a week and a half past my due date, and my son was born on March 11th at 11:10pm; Hunter Macarthy Ramsey.
    Although I was excited, exhausted and not feeling quite right, little did I know a month later my little boy would be dead and I would be committed to the Augusta Mental Health Institute; responsible for his death.

    I grew up in a small coastal town in Maine. I always refer to my family as "Old Maine". I guess alluding to the fact that nobody talks about their feelings. We still banked the house in the winter with plastic and hay and things always went unspoken. We were strong Maine women. It would have been nice if we were half as strong as what we thought we were supposed to be.
    My mother was one of 6 children, very typical around here; they were Catholic. She had me when she was 17 and married my father I was told to get out of the house. Secrets, Secrets, Secrets...

    I bounced around from relative to relative after the divorced and started kindergarten late waiting for my mother to come back from where ever it was she had gone. Eventually she did and ended up in a co-dependent relationship with my Stepfather and they had my brother and sister. There were years and years of fighting, alcohol, staying, leaving, packing up and moving back.
    When I was 14, after a two day bender of not going to school, my Mom and stepdad fighting, packing and unpacking; my mother hung herself in our bathroom. I learned of this from her father (my grandfather) as she had sent me there to spend the night.
    He informed me since I was the oldest child it was my responsibility to plan the funeral. Looking back, I think he was just devastated and was doing the best he could in those moments. So, with my grandfather driving me around and footing the bill, I proceeded to plan my mother's funeral. I don't remember everything, just bits and pieces. What I do remember is finally demanding to see her at the funeral parlor as we were writing her obituary. I had to; I couldn't or wouldn't bel