I am very open about the fact that I do not excel in the newborn phase. I am so very type A and babies are so very unpredictable. With my first child, I was never diagnosed with postpartum depression, but reflecting back, I am certain that I had at very list some postpartum anxiety and a touch of depression. I was overwhelmed, lonely and sleep deprived. There were tears, lots of tears. And with my second, I most definitely had PPD. Not only did those same feelings simmer to the surface, but on top of it, I had a high-energy toddler who hated deviating from routine, a colicky baby who dealt with some terrifying health issues at three months old, and we were in the process of packing and moving, which is extremely stressful, particularly with two kids under age 3. I tried medication this time, prescribed by my midwife, but after three days, I just didn’t feel right. I was dizzy, lightheaded and felt like I was in a fog. After a few months of therapy, combined by a general increase in life quality that came with time, the end of the colic and more sleep, I was able to get back to myself by the time Asher was 6-7 months old.
This time around, I knew that the addition of a third baby was likely to set my life into a tailspin. I remembered vividly the traumatic transition of going from 1 child to 2 kids, and I knew that I didn’t want to ever feel that way again. While depression isn’t something you can control, I knew that I could take steps to prepare myself for the transition from 2 to 3 that I hoped would help ward off the PPD. Here’s what we did: