My battle with Postpartum Depression was so hard and all-consuming that it shook my belief in myself as a mother. I hope that if you are a new mother with PPD, you will reach out for medical help without worrying about stigma or social pressure after reading about my experience.
In this episode, Saren (mother of five children ages 10-15) talks with Janelle (mother of 5 children ages 1-7) share three concrete (and totally do-able!) coping strategies for dealing with the hard stuff that comes with having small children who are close in age.
For moms who are struggling to put their spouse first, a reflective piece from a mother who has been there.
My mother-in-law is the chattiest grandma you have ever met. I’m not really a “baby person” so I don’t naturally start chatting away at them. But I wondered if she was on to something. According to a the most recent issue of the New Yorker, apparently she was.
Caring for very young children day in and day out is, quite simply, one of the most heroic things that happens on a daily, widespread basis. In truth, it makes me want to call out from the housetops, “Hats off to you, young mothers!”
My kids don’t think I’m fun. But somebody has to do the tough stuff that makes the fun stuff possible! I’ve created a modified version of Jack Nickolson’s infamous speech from “A Few Good Men” to help explain my predicament.
My experiences caring for foster children and adopting our two boys has changed my thoughts and feelings on the question of feeding infants.
Motherhood reveals a person inside you didn’t know was there. One that scares you some days. But mostly, one that is stronger, steadier, more compassionate. One that knows sacrifice. One that knows real needs. One that knows a love impossible to describe.
My son’s first day of school was awful. It made me miss the days when as long as he knew Mom loved him and thought he was special, that was all that mattered.
What’s the top piece of advice you’d give to an expectant mother? In this show, April and Saren build on the great answers we received when we posted this question.
My days were a blur of breastfeeding, dressing, bathing, feeding, dirty diapers, laundry, and little messes. I had never been busier in my entire life, and yet I had never felt more unproductive. Where were my glory days?
Alone in a quiet hospital, holding her new baby, Heather Bell reminds us that God is with us, always.