I have struggled to write this post for some time.  I was afraid revisiting my thoughts on and memories of postpartum depression (PPD) might cause more anxiety as we talk about possibly expanding our family in the future.

I am more scared today of having a(nother) child than I was two years ago before Baby Checkers was born.

Baby Checkers at 1 week old

Before Baby Checkers was born, I feared the unknown.  I had no idea what to expect.  I was afraid of being an unfit mother, of being able to survive on little to no sleep, on failing at everything.  And much to my chagrin, I believed all of these fears had come true when she was born.  I am not sure how much the chemical/hormonal imbalance affected my mind, or how much was due to my Type A and self-critical nature.  My feelings of guilt, worthlessness and failure, coupled with insomnia and anxiety, ultimately led me down a dark path of despair and depression; I felt like an impostor, completely helpless and out of control, and was the most scared I had ever felt in my life.

Today, I fear the known.

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Moms always say, “You’ll forget!”  Or better yet, some moms used to say to me, “You’ll miss this!”

Perhaps I am not far enough removed to miss it because I have not forgotten and still remember the painful details of that time.

I have forgotten things like when Baby Checkers learned how to sit up.  Or when she rolled over for the first time.  Or how many ounces she was drinking at 4 months.  Luckily I have thousands of photos and fewer blog entries documenting these milestones.  Yes, I am that mom – the one who litters your Newsfeed with hour-by-hour updates.

I have not forgotten the sleepless nights.  Or how Baby Checkers would cry and scream during feedings and how defeated I felt when I made the decision to put her exclusively on formula at eight weeks.  Or feeling completely alone.  Or wondering when Mr. Checkers would realize I had completely lost my mind.  Even though I was in a fog, I still remember all of it.

Who knew having a newborn could be so terrifying?

I am sure part of my experience had to do with the anxiety every first-time-mom has with her first baby.  And while I know I will never be a first-time-mom again, I also know there is a very real possibility I may experience postpartum depression again.

I may just be insane enough to do it all over again.  I just need to finish writing my pros and cons list.

For you moms who experienced a difficult time TTC, or a difficult pregnancy, childbirth, or postpartum period – have you ever felt this way?  Were you afraid to try again?