I’m going to let you in on a little secret. It’s something that you’ve probably heard about but never knew anyone who experienced it. It’s a dirty little secret that no one talks about, but it happened to me. It’s called the baby blues, and yes, I had them!
When I was about 4 months pregnant, my husband and I thought it would be a great idea to renovate our house. Sorry, did I say renovate? I meant tear-down our house. Gut it all out and leave nothing but the outside walls. I bring this up because doing this made me happy. During the 6 month process, which ended the day we brought our son Kyle home from the hospital, I was maybe upset for a total of 2 days. I was never really stressed or overwhelmed, even though we had to change contractors half way through and almost nothing went according to plan. I was just excited to have the house of my dreams and nothing, not even crazy pregnancy hormones, could get in the way of that excitement. Which totally ill-prepared me for what was about to come next.
The first few days when we brought Kyle home I was very focused. I had a new-born baby that needed me and I finally got to meet the person that I carried for 9+ months. I loved having our family and friends over to meet Kyle and I even felt that I was sleeping “a lot” for a new mom. But then, out of no where, it hit me. I couldn’t stop the tears at this point, I had no control over them. My husband would ask me what’s wrong, and all I could answer was “nothing”. I wasn’t lying, I just had no idea why I was crying, but I couldn’t stop myself. Next, came the crazy dreams. I dreamed of holding Kyle in my arms, walking down the stairs with him, both of us falling, him hurt and next thing I know, John was divorcing me. I told John about this dream, and being the amazing person he is, he said “I would never divorce you.” Of course, that made me cry even more…
Being Jewish, Kyle had to get a brit milah / bris (circumcision) at 8 days old. Lets just say I was a total wreck that day. I couldn’t stop crying for a full hour. I had been to many brit-milah’s before, always stood in the back while it was happening, and never really thought much about it. I knew that the show must go on, but I wasn’t happy about it. I mean, it’s a boy’s right of passage as a Jew, and we’ve been doing it for millions of years, so who am I to stop it now?
But when it came to my own son, I wanted to stop it. Luckily, I was sent a gift, and it was in the form of a friend, A, who had given birth to her own daughter a few weeks before Kyle was born. Emotionally, she was going through the same feelings as me, so I trusted her opinion. She said something along the lines of “millions of Jewish boys have been circumcised before and they’re all okay and no one’s the wiser (since it was done at such a young age)”. She was right, and so, the show went on. Kyle got to taste his first alcoholic drink (he is a Fitzpatrick after all), and after it was all said and done, it was actually a pleasant “event” with all of our close family and friends.
However, I still couldn’t shake feeling ”blue”. On top of everything else, I had latching problems. I enlisted the help of a public health nurse who came over to my house to help me out. After an hour of what can only be described as “breast fondling”, she asked me how I felt overall. Really??? She couldn’t just leave at this point? She already walked me through how to get the baby to latch on properly, talked to me about SIDS, baby proofing the house and left me with more pamphlets on newborns than I knew what to do with. Of course, my immediate reaction to her question was to break down into tears. I mean, she asked me how I felt! Well lady, if you really want to know, I feel something, and it’s not happy, but I don’t know why. Of course, I couldn’t get those words out cause I was crying too much… my tears dropping down on my newborn baby. She then said to me that if the sadness persists longer than three weeks, I should consider seeing a specialist about it. I know she didn’t mean any harm, but this only upset me more. I mean, I’m a completely healthy, happy, go-lucky kind of girl. I’m NOT depressed!
Oh ya – did I also mention that Kyle was colicky? He cried a lot and for no reason. I just felt that I went into battle and I lost. I couldn’t stop my son from crying and I couldn’t stop crying. I thought… maybe I’m just not cut out for this job… is there a return policy on newborns??
And then, the most amazing thing happened… Kyle turned three weeks and the crying stopped. My crying at least; his colic continued until he was three months old. I can’t explain why I stopped crying by I just did. I finally admitted to myself what I couldn’t get a grip on for the past three weeks. I had experienced the baby blues. I remembered reading about it, but I never thought it would happen to me. I mean for 1) I’m such a happy person, nothing, especially my baby, would make me feel otherwise and 2) I never heard of anyone else feeling like this.
Thankfully, my friend A and my sister-in-law (who has 3 kids of her own and another on the way) were big factors in making the first three weeks pass by without me feeling like things will never change or get better. I am forever grateful to them.
After going through this experience, I can’t help but share my experience with others (when they ask me of course). I don’t do it to scare anyone away. I would never change anything about those first three weeks. They helped me bond with my son and make me love him in a way that would probably not be possible otherwise. And I can’t wait to have more kids 🙂 But I just felt that women don’t really talk about this enough. Maybe they’re ashamed? Maybe they don’t want to seem weak or sad when a newborn should bring so much joy? Whatever the reason, I hated the fact that I felt alone and guilty (guilt will be a whole other post on its own) for how I felt and I didn’t want anyone else to feel that way. I had two friends reach out to me after they gave birth who had confided to me about feeling this way. I was glad to be able to share my experience with them, and to enable them to feel “normal” and let them know that things do in fact get better (MUCH BETTER)!
I hope that by sharing this story with others, no new mom will ever feel alone again.
Wendy says
What a beautiful, honest, and amazing post Maya. Women all too often put on a brave face for the world and I think we can draw so much strength from each other by sharing our stories. Your phone is going to be ringing off the hook if I ever have a baby!!!!
Ania says
Thanks Maya for sharing your experience with us. I don’t have kids yet, but I can sympathize with you as I have my “blues” days once a month…yes I am one of these unfortunate women who cries during PMS and nothing helps…I tried everything. It causes a lot of awkward situations especially at work, as I suppose to be professional but how can I be if tears fall over my cheeks, for “no reason” and I cannot control it…
Nicky Black says
Great post Maya. I went through a very similar experience after my daughter Emily was born (she was also colicky!!) and it’s always comforting to know that many other woman experience baby blues. Like you, I also wouldn’t change those first few weeks. It helped me bond with Emily in a very special way. I did not experience baby blues with my second, Harrison but prepared myself before he was born in case it hit me the same way it did after Emily. Thanks for openly sharing your experience. Take care
Israela says
You are right, Maya, not many speak about that… it seems like there is a social expectation from a new mom to be the happiest, and yet, the first few weeks are tough and require significant psycological change (in addition to the phsical changes of your body, etc.. which are of-course, interelated, to some extent).
I think part of my own baby blues was also related to particular two issues: first, the lost of independency….suddenly you can’t even pee quitely….at the first month or so, I used every chance I had to go out of home, without Yohai…. Seond, although Eitan (my partner) was there, fully supporting, listening and helping, I felt as if I am “emotionaly” missing him all the time… I guess something in turning from 2 to 3 turn also the type of attention partners give to each other, and there is a whole process of learning the new conditions which is though and gloomy…
Irit Targonsky says
Maya, I had no idea. thank you for sharing this personal experience. Now I just want to give you a hug!
Hila says
Thank you for sharing your experience Maya! Likewise, I had no idea that you went through the blues but I think it is very courageous of you to share it with others and hopefully other mothers will know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Hope to see you and Kyle soon! Hugs, Hila
Hila says
you made me cey too…
Hila says
i meant cry…
kayla barda says
Thank you for sharing your story. I had a similar experience and its not easy to talk about but its important.
Maya Fitz says
Thanks for your comment Kayla. It’s def. important that we speak up about these things. At least to know we’re not alone!
ashley says
thank you for sharing this. It is NOT talked about enough. Side note, I have a son named Kyle also!