REAL LIFE
JOSEPHINE’S STORY
A story about everyone’s recovery path being different and finding what works for you.
My name is Josephine. I’m 31 years old, with one healthy happy baby boy after a perfect pregnancy and labour, a loving husband who’s happy in his job and has lots of time to spend with us, living in a beautiful home in a lovely place. Perfect, right? Not always. What pushed me over the edge was the two-hourly feeding regime.
“THE SLEEP DEPRIVATION TOOK IT’S TOLL QUICKLY.” My son Benjamin grew slowly and started losing weight around 4.5 months. Doctors were uncertain of the cause and there seemed no solution or end in sight to the regular feedings. I felty like it must be my fault. Due to lack of sleep, I soon felt that I couldn’t give him the love, attention, happiness and outings that he deserved. I was rapidly going down a hole of self-destructive thoughts and sleepless nights. All the while I reminded myself that I needed to ‘get over it’, toughen up and start realising how good I had it. There are mums out there who can’t breastfeed at all, or who had lost a baby, or who had struggled for years to have a child. And here I was, unhappy in my seemingly perfect life. Benjamin was always a happy baby and thrived in all other areas but weight. I couldn’t make this baby thrive physically, I was too tired to be pleasant to him (or his Dad for that matter), I could not give him the love and cuddles he needed or play with him and take him out and about. I reached the conclusion that Benjamin, and his Dad, would be better off without me. The thought didn’t scare me, it felt right. It was on the money. Weeks went by of me living in a daze where I was forgetful, quickly overwhelmed, exhausted, alone, and generally feeling inadequate.
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“DURING ONE OF THE MANY DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS TO FIGURE OUT A SOLUTION FOR BENJAMIN’S WEIGHT, THE DOCTOR ASKED ME HOW I WAS.” All I did was burst into tears. On explaining to her how I felt she prescribed anti-depressants and wrote out a referral to a psychiatrist. Having the doctor confirm that I was not in a good place and that I needed help to get out of this was a relief. I didn’t simply have to toughen up by myself and I wasn’t simply being weak. That night I spoke to my husband about it, which I hadn’t done prior to this day. I didn’t want to be more of a burden on him by “whingeing” about how I wasn’t coping being a mother in a picture perfect life. Together we decided that I would tackle this without anti-depressants to start with. We agreed that I would try a month to get back on track without medication. This approach worked for me, but may not be appropriate for others. I now felt empowered to take on the challenge of overcoming this depression.
I wrote out a mental health plan that included five things: • • • • • •
practice gratitude exercise or at least a walk outside meditation speak to a positive person once a day (my husband, counsellor, mother’s group, two friends, my mum) relax during nap time – I was only allowed to do one small chore and then something that wou recharge me like meditate, read etc.
These five things really worked for me, but everyone’s recovery path is different so you need to find what works for you.
