(outer print Blue Nude by Pablo Picasso)
Originally Seen on The Yummy Mummy Club
My daughter Zoe was born on my thirtieth birthday. She was the loveliest gift a person could wish for. I was unprepared for the post partum depression I would struggle through for the next six months. As with all periods of breakdown in life, there is much to be learned – maybe more from the shadows, than from the light.
Here are the five things I learned from Post Partum depression.
1. Accepting my Imperfections
I remember looking in the mirror, thinking the only thing that hadn’t changed were my lips. My Porsche of a brain was now a battered Volkswagen. I had fifty pounds of pregnancy weight to lose, my breasts made Pamela Anderson’s look like wanna-be’s; my stomach’s stretch marks were a road map to oblivion; nursing made my hair fall out, I was retaining water everywhere; and then there’s the exit wound Zoe left down below.
The state of my body contributed to my depression. I had gone from hot babe to mushy mama. And yet, I was aware that the scene of the crime was also the scene of the miracle. I tried to appreciate the wonder rather than the plunder of my physique. And, I was receiving so much love, for once it didn’t matter what I looked like
2. Positive Disintegration