Spirited Sunday: My Battle with Postpartum Depression

So, I really didn’t want to write this post.  I’ve been struggling with the idea of it for some time.  Most of my posts are general in nature and don’t deal much with my personal experience, but I truly believe God has been laying this on my heart.  If you are reading this blog, you probably have friends with new babies, you have a new baby, or you work with children whose moms have new babies.  I have been silent about my experience for six years, but I believe God is calling me to share.  Maybe this “Spirited Sunday” post will reach someone who is struggling!  If you or someone you know is dealing with postpartum depression, feel free to share this.  Here’s a small part of my story…

I had heard about women who struggled with postpartum depression, but I never expected to be one of them.  And yet, looking back, all the risk factors were there.  I had an amazing amount of stress in my life:  my dad died (at age 49) when I was five months pregnant, I had to quit my job, my husband finished school and started a new job, we moved to a new town, and then I had my first baby.  She was almost two weeks overdue and born after ten hours of induced labor via emergency c-section.  After my mom saw her, she remarked, “I’ve never seen a newborn so alert.”  What an understatement!  My description of her was hyper-alert.  At her two week appointment, I remember sobbing and sobbing because I thought she didn’t seem like other newborns.  Weren’t “normal” newborns supposed to sleep a little?  She spent all her time crying.  I remember taking her to my mom’s house when she was three weeks old.  It was an agonizing three hour drive — she cried for almost all of it.

And so the depression began.  I couldn’t see an end to the baby’s crying (she was quite colicky until about four months).  I barely slept, and the sleep I did get was so fragmented it was almost worthless.  I had thoughts of sending her away until she was older.  I would get in the car and imagine myself driving off the road and wrecking, so I wouldn’t have to hear any more crying.  There were terrible moments of panic and fear.  I really thought I was losing my mind.  In the middle of all the night wakings, I would scream and curse (if you know me at all, you know this isn’t me and doesn’t really fit my personality).  It was so agonizing.  I could not shake it, and I couldn’t seem to change it.  I kept crying out to God, but I was in the darkest night of my soul I had ever experienced.  (Writing it down now sounds so terrible, but I promised myself I would be honest.  I believe there is someone out there going through this right now who needs to know someone else has been there.)  Everything was fuzzy, and I really didn’t believe I would make it through.  I knew I needed help, but I felt powerless to find it.  I was way too embarrassed.  I mean, I had a beautiful baby — shouldn’t I be happy?

The extremely sad part is I never did get the help I needed, and I suffered through it for almost a year.  We wanted more children, but I was absolutely terrified at the thought of going through that again.  But by the time our oldest was 17 months old, I was pregnant again.  You would think I would’ve learned, but I suffered silently again.  The depression with my second one wasn’t nearly as intense as before.  I had a little better support system, and it didn’t last as long.  I was back to myself (well, as “back to myself” as I could be with two little children) when our second child was six months old.  And then guess what?  I found myself expecting again when she was just eight months old.  I was in shock, but I was determined to get help this time.

A Natural Guide to Pregnancy and Postpartum HealthI was very proactive even before the baby was born.  I was not going to go through it again.  I really think if I had suffered through it a third time, I would’ve tried to end my life.  It was incredibly devastating for me.  Plus, having three children ages three and under was difficult enough without adding postpartum depression to the mix!  With my third pregnancy, I took a non-conventional approach.  I found an amazing book called A Natural Guide to Pregnancy and Postpartum Health by Dean Raffelock.  I followed a lot of the nutritional advice.  I also had my hormone levels tested and took bio-identical hormones after the baby was born.  After the test, my doctor told me I “had the hormone levels of an 80 year old woman.  No wonder you feel terrible.”  (If that’s what I’ll feel like when I’m 80, I’m not convinced I want to get there!)  Anyway, it made all the difference in the world.  I know it is a “controversial” approach, but I truly believe it worked for me.

Postpartum depression has a way of sucking all the life out of you.  I look back with deep regret.  I didn’t even get to enjoy my first two babies.  All those sweet little moments I had with Sunshine (my third baby), I don’t remember having with my oldest ones.  It makes me wistful, but it also makes me angry.  I can’t get those wasted days back, but maybe God can use me to help someone else avoid or make it safely through postpartum depression.  No one should have to suffer silently. 

If you or someone you know is struggling with postpartum depression, please check out Part 2 and Part 3 of the series. 


  1. (V.Kerr) School Time Adventures says

    Great post, thanks for being honest. I am a doula and get to work with so many wonderful women. I have never had a Mom admit to me that she was dealing with PPD, but this is a good reminder to ask them about 2-10 months later. The first child is always hard, and the fact that you had 2 more babies so close together would have definitely been difficult.

  2. Terra says

    Wow! I feel as if I just read my own story. I had my first child four days before I turned 26. My labor and delivery was HORRIBLE! I was induced on her due date and went through 12 hours of intense labor while my family sat there and watched me. I felt like a science experiement. My aunt was in the hospital at the same time, so I had many more visitors than I normally would have had. My sister even brought her boyfriend in the room. I was extremely mad and frustrated and I think that is what caused me not to relax to let things happen. I ended up having a C-section and I don't remember much about it. I was so loopy from all the drugs they gave me. I was mean to my family in the hospital and I don't really remember feeling a connection with my beautiful baby girl. I felt horrible. Not like myself at all. My mom stayed with me for a few days after I got home and I cried like a baby when she left. I felt trapped. I couldn't drive because I had a c-section and then I had a baby to take care of on top of that. I always knew I'd be a good mom, but something in me wasn't letting me be. She wouldn't let me put her down for 2 months. And then, she started sleeping through the night and I felt soooooo much better about everything. She ended up being such a wonderful baby. She was happy and content all of the time.
    I was ready for baby #2 2 years later. I'll post another comment so that this one isn't a mile long.

  3. Terra says

    My second pregnancy rocked my world. My ankles and feet started swelling really bad (like my first) at around 16 weeks. I was so exhausted that I would send my 2 year old to daycare everyday and then I would sleep all day. I couldn't get anything done. It was like she was sucking the life out of me. I would wake up from sleeping for hours and cry because I was so sick of feeling the way I did. Then she came via c-section. I was soooooo nervous because I remember how painful it was to recover from one. But the delivery went well and I remember everything about baby girl #2 coming into this world. Everything was perfect until I brought her home. She woke up every 2 hours for months. When she was a month old we had to call 911 because she spit up after I had breast fed her and she choked on it. I couldn't get her to breathe. She ended up having Acid Reflux and was put on medication. My other child had a complete personality change when the baby came home. She was acting up constantly (and still is) and having to take care of an infant and a toddler with no sleep just about drove me insane. I was yelling and screaming all the time. I would curl up in a ball on the couch and cry. No one listened when I called out for help. All I wanted was a weekend of sleep and no one ever offered to take my children to let me do that. I was a mess. It wasn't until about 7 months after my 2nd daughter was born that I started getting more rest. My husband got laid off and he started getting up with her at night. Oh, I forgot to mention that I started working when my 2nd child was 2 months old. I started to turn numb to everything. I had the same thoughts about driving off into a ditch or something too. I felt like an absolute horrible mother. I couldn't get help because we had no insurance. My 2nd daughter just turned 1 year old and I feel like we survived this year. It was rough, but we made it. Things are now a lot better, but I still haven't decided on whether or not I want another child. It was so bad that I started getting the shot for birth control because I don't think I could handle another one right now. We'll see what happens. Anyway, I feel your pain and am so glad to see that someone else went through what I went through. Not that I would want someone to go through that, but it's nice to know that I'm not alone.

  4. Terri H says

    Oh Stacie….I wish we could have been there for each other after our first babies were born!! I know reading this that I did not suffer like you did, but I sure do understand those feelings and thinking that my baby must be abnormal because babies are supposed to sleep! Praise God that you got the help you needed this time, and thank you so much for sharing.

  5. Prairie Cate says

    Thanks for sharing your story Stacie! I love your blog, and I love your sweet family! The three princesses are lucky to have a Mom like you.

  6. Anonymous says

    Wow! I too had postpartum depression, and you are so right – it's hard not to regret what you missed out on, and no one quite gets that until they have been in that head space as well. I am glad to have taken a lot of photos, but have very little knowledge of the story behind them! I have been so terrified of feeling that way again that I have put off having another child. Now my child is off to school next year and I had really hoped she would enjoy some time at home as a big sister before we have another. Thanks for sharing you story!

  7. Jen says

    So wonderful how you are humbling yourself to share your story so that you can reach out to others. I suffered with PPD after my 1st child and was shocked because I had never experienced depression before. It was so scary to have strange thoughts and also to feel numb to the world around you as you are taking care of the blessing that you were given. I remember telling my therapist that I felt like my days were being stolen from me. I cried to her, my husband, and to God asking for my "joy" to come back. Luckily, I didn't wait too long to get help, because I had relatives who suffered from PPD and I watched them go through it. I became proactive as well before having my 2nd and 3rd child. Don't be embarrased by your story. We couldn't help what was happening to us biologically/hormonally. I'm glad you found an approach that worked for you. Others may need therapy or a combination of medication/therapy and shouldn't be embarrased about whatever approach works for them. The important thing is to get healthy for themselves and their family.


  8. KBH says

    I'm so glad I read this. I also felt 'not myself' but in a bit of a different way. I was just completely un-engaged in my life with my baby. It was a struggle just to take a shower and do daily tasks. I dealt with the severe mood swings too and I think the hardest part about PPD IS getting help. I didn't reach out because I didn't really realize anything was going on. (Afterall, having a new baby IS exhausting.) But, once I figured it out then I was able to look back and say "Gosh! I was really depressed!"

  9. Mark and Stephanie Stonis says

    Thank you for being brave enough to talk about this–it is/has been so hard to find Christians who are willing to be open about this topic. I just celebrated my daughter's first birthday and it is so hard to look back and not even remember her first 6 months :( Thankfully, I am well now, but it has been a hard road. With much hesitancy I shared my story on my blog, hoping that it might help someone as well. http://masstonis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-battle-with-ppd.html

  10. Shannon says

    Thank you for sharing your story. Like others I felt like I was reading own story. I had severe depression with my first child and just as I was starting to “feel like myself again” (and I say that loosely) I found out I was pregnant again. Once my second was born, not only did I deal with the depression and anxiety all over again, but the guilt of having missed so much with my daughter. I promised myself I would get help and did. I am still taking medication to help, but I have been able to face the hard facts of my experience and work through them one at a time. Finally, after 3 years, deciding to quit my full-time job and work only part-time, I really am starting to feel like myself again. If anyone out there is reading this blog and is feeling like they are experience any form of postpartum depression and/or anxiety please do not be ashamed….it is more common than you think. And after getting help you will thank yourself, and so will your family!

    • Stacie says

      I completely agree! The more quickly you can get help, the better! Thanks for sharing, Shannon.

  11. Danielle says

    I had PPD as well….it was something I never thought I would experience as we weren’t supposed to be able to have a baby then early in my pregnancy we were told our baby may have trisomy 3 so we were sent to a specialist….then i had preclamsia as well so it was a hard pregnancy but never did i expect to feel how i did about my baby when she arrived. She was a good baby thank good because i would not have been able to handle it if she was colicky. I cried from the minute she arrived throuh the next month….whether i was changing her diaper correctly, whether she was getting enough to eat , whether she was sleeping enough or too much….etc. I worried about all of my friends after they had babies cause i never wish it on anyone. I dont remember anything from my hospital stay and very little in the wks after…other than my husband would not leave me alone with our baby cause he was worried about both of us. Thanks for ur post its nice to know when ur not the only one that suffered from PPD.

    • Stacie says

      I’m so sorry you had to go through it, Danielle. It is really challenging. I’m glad you had support to help you through!

  12. says

    Thanks for sharing your story. I also had PDD, though it affected me differently than I’d heard and I bonded with my son. It was still one of the most horrible years of my life, when it’s supposed to be one of the most wonderful. Between that and a difficult pregnancy we were scared to do it again. 6 yrs later he’s still an only child. If I ever do (and I might) you’ve encouraged me that I can be proactive about it. I’m also putting that book on my just-in-case list. Thank you!

    • Stacie Nelson says

      Thanks for sharing, Gaynell! I know it’s a rough experience. If you have another child, I really do recommend being proactive and having that support system ready. It made all the difference for me!

  13. says

    I’m glad I read this post tonight.

    I went through a horrible postpartum depression with my youngest, Grant. 6 weeks after he was born I had no motivation for ANYTHING. Worst of all, I did not want to have anything to do with him, and was having very desperate thoughts about my life and future.

    I’m so thankful my husband was very supportive and spoke with our neighbor (a mental health counselor) who gave him some options to help me IMMEDIATELY. I was treated by a doctor and my mom came to stay with us until I was able to care for the children again.

    Like you, I am sad about that period of time that I missed with my son, but I think I have a greater appreciation for time with my children now. I’ve also found a real calling to help new moms and be a listening ear when I know they need it most.

    I’m sure this post was really hard for you to write, but I know it’s done a lot of people good to read it.

    • Stacie Nelson says

      Thanks, Mary!

      I really didn’t want to write the post initially, but the need is still there I think. A few years have gone by and given me a little more perspective on it!

  14. says

    So glad you did write this post. Ever since I suffered through PPD for about a year after my son was born and got a lot of good help, I made a vow to pay it forward to those women and families suffering through this curable illness. No need to be ashamed of this, we can get better; and, we did. Thanks again for sharing!

    • says

      Thank you, Kim. It was such a hard decision when I wrote it so many years ago–I was still a little too close to the pain, I think. I definitely think it isn’t something to hide and blessings to you for wanting to help other women. I think there is such a need!

  15. says

    What a very honest account about post natal depression. I could never put into words the way i felt but you have. I think they should rename post natal depression as parent no sleep, dealing with screaming baby 24/7. Emma is my first and only child, my husband was home 2 months in total in her first year.
    She was not an easy baby, and I was a parent on her own. I thought it was some sort of joke, that people said how great their baby was, and she slept right thru the night. I would say i got an hours sleep per night. Between feeds she did not sleep. On her first birthday, I decided to let her scream, 3 hours of screaming and she finally fell sleep, I was crying at the door. The health visitor was completely useless, a male doctor said his second child was like that and i broke down. I told him if I had brought her in shop I would have took her back, as something wrong with her. It was that doctor that told me i was a good mother not a failure as one, as the health visitor made me feel, she could not understand how a baby could not sleep. When Emma was eight months old I lost part of my sight only for three hours, hence I found the male doctor as an emergency appt. He told me I was completely exhausted. My husband should come home, or to put Emma in an nursery for one day a week, so i could catch up on sleep. Which i did. It was total survival the first year, I got thru it as you have too.
    My daughter is a lovely well adjusted 13 year old, doing well at school. She still needs only about four hours sleep a night. You are the first person for me to think YES that is exactly how it was. Thank you!
    for any one going thru it, if you have the money, and no one else, put her in an nursery for one day, i know guilt is a huge thing. I felt a total failure as a mother. I now know i was the opposite! The world is very judge mental towards mothers. Its very hard to stick up for self, when you exhausted and a constant crying baby. I used to hear crying in my ears, when she wasn’t. I thought i was going mad. The tablets helped by calming my nerves but what i really needed was a decent nights sleep just one night a week. If you have good family, your made, cherish them. My husband and I are now divorced, and i think it has alot to do with the feeling of total abandonment by him in that first year. i couldnt trust him to have another child incase i had another crying baby.
    Anyway your the first one that tells it like it is, survival!

  16. Rachel says

    Thank you for posting this. Although I didn’t read this blog when I was going through PPD, I did read other similar blogs and talked to a few friends that had been through it and it all gave me the courage to seek help that I really needed. I suffered through some depression with my second child. With my third child, I had a miscarriage and was not expecting to have such strong hormone changes since it was at 11 weeks. My thoughts were way off from regular grief and my PPD was worse before. A few weeks past the miscarriage, I began searching for the cause of my thoughts and anxiety and how to fix it. I found the help I needed and am now better and happier and safe from my previous thoughts because of the help. I pray your story and others like it will encourage more women seek help and know that they are not alone.

    • says

      I am so glad you were able to find help! It is such a difficult experience, and my hope and prayer is that more moms are able to know they can make it through and reach out. It does take courage, I think, because so many people don’t understand. Thank you for taking time to share your experience here. I know it will encourage and help others, too!

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