Introducing SnapHappyMammy

Ladies and gents,

I woke up this morning and the Universe was good to me. I should be dying the ultimate death of a hangover after what I had to drink last night on a girls night in, but luckily I am fresh as can be. When I did my usual morning Snapchat session, I was directed to a blog post written by a fellow Irish woman and a first time mom, Bróna.

Brona has written her first ever blog post and has dived straight into the deep end with her honesty. She wrote about her experience with Post Natal Depression. I cried reading her post, she wrote so openly about what she has been feeling, and the strength that it has taken her during this journey that she is on.

I hope that by sharing this post it might help someone out there who is feeling the same things. Post Natal Depression affects around 15% of new mothers in Ireland. It can last for years if it is not treated, so if this is you, if you can see yourself in the words of this post, please ask for help.

Please show Brona some love for this brave post. I am looking forward to following her blog and seeing where her writing journey leads her; I’m anticipating great things for such an amazing woman.

With love,

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My post natal journey

So I’m writing this post not sure why or what I plan to achieve from doing so but nothing ventured nothing gained…
My beautiful, and most wanted baby boy was born on the 30th of December 2016. Although, I did not enjoy pregnancy due to a million and one complications one thing I knew I was so excited to become a Mammy. So rumour has it if you have a tough pregnancy you’ll have an easy birth… well whoever said that to me you’re lucky I can’t remember. I had hoped for the “perfect natural vaginal birth” but things didn’t go to plan. Long story short after a 3 day induction Oisín was born at 15.56 by emergency c-section. Of course I loved him, sure I loved him the minute I heard his heart beat at his 6 week scan. Yes, I was emotional. However, this instant gush of love or bond I had expected didn’t happen. As I was being stitched back up my wonderful husband had Oisín all to himself. Bitter sweet as I believe those precious moments alone were the making of the best daddy he could ask for.

Once I was brought to the recovery room I was asked to feed Oisín but he didn’t want to latch. The nurses took his blood sugar levels and with a blink of an eye he was rushed off for close monitoring. I was brought back to my room and my family arrived. Apparently, my dad bounded up 2 steps at time but he just wanted to make sure I was ok. Finally, after what felt like an eternity my baby was brought to my beside and I got to count his fingers and toes! Not long after my family and husband left a nurse checked Oisín’s blood sugars and they had dropped again. She whisked him away, where he spent 2 nights in special care. Now, don’t get me wrong I know there are mothers and babies in worse situations than us. However, from the beginning I felt like a failure.

If I am honest the new born phase is a blur. I had the best baby fed 4 hourly, he barely cried and he brought joy to everyone around him except me. Unfortunately, my dream of breast feeding him never really became a reality. I had imagined having this amazing journey and a special bond but unfortunately he wouldn’t latch even after having his tongue tie rereleased. I exclusively pumped for 6 weeks until I decided I was too much of am emotional wreck to continue. For myself and my baby I needed to develop some kind of normality that wasn’t me feeling like a cow who couldn’t leave the barn for more than an hour!… Although ending this journey was my decision I still had doubts and felt I was failing as the “perfect mother”.

As the weeks went on things didn’t improve. I had and still have the most amazing support network (Will post about who they are another day) yet I still felt sh*t!… and would feel guilty for feeling that way and beat myself up then feel even sh*ttier. I would cry at he smallest thing, snap or bite someone’s head off for no reason, say horrible and nasty things that I didn’t mean. I felt like I didn’t know who I was anymore… and I am still trying to figure that one out. Sometimes I would get so overwhelmed I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I would get flashbacks and couldn’t sleep. I lacked confidence, self esteem and felt like a terrible mother. Enough was enough and with the encouragement and support of my husband and my mam I went to my G.P I was diagnosed with post traumatic stress and post natal depression. I was started on medication and with the help of family and friends a holiday to Spain I began to have a somewhat normal life. Things were good. I made new friends, met up with old friends, started crafting (never again!!!), went to playgroups. I began enjoying Oisín and life again!

After six months I was wheened off the medication. I thought I felt good and was determined to back to work. I returned back to work working less hours. Things were manageable at first. My mam was minding Oisín and I told myself I just needed to develop a routine. However, as time went by my anxiety began to spiral, my confidence as a nurse had reached an all time low and I questioned my ability daily. I would put on a brave face but inside I was screaming. On the worst days/nights I would go cry in the bathroom. With over 10 years experience I knew this wasn’t me. At home I was panicking over silly things, loosing my patience, obsessing over cleaning but no energy or motivation to do it or anything, my flashbacks and nightmares (if I managed to sleep) came back with a bang, my confidence as a mother was shot, I had become that nasty short tempered person again. I hated myself and felt the world was better off without me. At one point I walked out on my husband and baby and drove to the Blessington lakes. I came home that night and starred at a rake of tablets but I couldn’t bring myself to take them not because I am weak, because I AM STRONG, I AM NOT A FAILURE, I AM NOT POST NATAL DEPRESSION AND I WILL OVERCOME THIS.

I spoke with my husband and the next day we went to the doctor. I was re-started on medication and sleeping tablets. I was referred to a mental health team. I am under the care of a psychiatrist and a nurse comes out to my house twice a week. My medication dose has been trippled!! I go for counselling weekly, have joined a yoga class and I make myself get up and get out of the house every day. I have asked for help from family and friends. I might look like I am ok but I am scared, I am vulnerable, I feel I am failing as a wife, mother, daughter, sister, nurse and friend. I don’t know who I am anymore every day us a struggle. However, one thing is for sure I know Oisín needs his mammy and I won’t give up on him. I love him with all my heart. Our bond is growing and it needs nurturing.
If you got this far thanks for reading. I criticise and judge myself enough so please don’t comment negatively. There is enough stigma around mental health and PND. Although you can’t see my illness I am still hurting the same as someone with a visible scar. I am having a lot more good days and they say time is a healer so there is hope for me! I never in a million years thought I would suffer with Post natal depression but it affects 1 in 7 Irish women. So if you are going through or have gone through something similar and you would like to chat send me a message Ill always have an open ear. Don’t be ashamed and seek help.

Thanks again for reading.

Love Bróna

One thought on “Introducing SnapHappyMammy

  1. turning20web says:

    Hey!! Thanks for introducing snaphappymammy.
    I just felt too sentimental for her and the cute little champ.
    She is brave women and as she said time heals everything. All will be fine.
    🙂

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