I’d had a friend warn me about “The Postpartum Breakdown” being a real thing. Apparently a few days after you have the baby and your body is releasing a crazy amount of hormones there’s a need to have a release through a deep crying session.
I’m not talking baby blues or postpartum depression, just an immediate release from pent up feelings and hormones. For many it’s legit, the baby is fussy, the stress of being a parent, or just the pain of recovery triggers a day of needing to release all the pent-up emotion.
My mom had one over finances, she realized my dad was still a student and she couldn’t work full-time anymore. She knew this ahead of time, but the stress of this though hit her in the hospital and she just needed to cry over the fact my dad worked at the recreational building at BYU.
I have a coworker who returned from maternity leave just two weeks before I left. She let me know hers was ridiculous- her baby head-butted her and they both got upset and she needed to go cry for a good 20 minutes in her room.
I wasn’t sure this was going to hit me. We’d had a rough go with nursing in the start and I seemed to release the frustration and fear one night in the hospital, and I did cry because my baby was screaming in pain and an aggressive lactation consultant late at night was making things worse instead of better. I thought maybe this was my big release. But alas, there was a ridiculous day the day after we came home that definitely counts as my big postpartum breakdown.
I looked at the tiny baby feet in my hand while holding him, and I realized they looked just a little bigger than they did the day he was born. It dawned on me, he was only going to be this very tiny newborn for a few weeks, and we were already out of the hospital- he was going to grow up faster than I could have ever thought. Queue the water flow of tears!
Jacob was working from home this day and ran in asking if I was okay and if the baby blues were hitting. I told him I couldn’t handle that these little feet were going to get huge and that I only had a few days to really enjoy them. He smiled and told me I’m a sweet mom and hugged me while I ugly cried for a solid 30 minutes over the fact that my newborn time was limited.
And then I thought of this movie, and realized I’m not the only one who has had a postpartum breakdown for the very same reason!
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