You really must forgive me but I have been re-hashing all sorts of inner drama lately. I have no boundaries and I am a firm believer in TMI so here I am giving it to you.
I got a wild hair up my arse and purchased a sack full of books at our Church Used Book Store. Let me just tell you Unitarians have the best taste in reading material. Selections range from Kipling to the most recent Oprah pick. It is even better than the library because there is no time limit to how long you can keep them, they are only a dollar, and I can give them right back to be sold again! (Sorry I got a little carried away – I love buying books as much as shoes)
So, I grabbed a copy of Brook Shield’s book “Down Came the Rain” along with 4 other titles. I have surgery coming up and I figured I ought to stock pile the reading material since I will be out of work for 4-6 weeks. This freakin book has completely taken me back to a place I had hoped not to re-live. I have been in a bit of a funk actually since I started it. I started it on Monday night and had it finished by Tuesday night. I am still sort of reeling that I identified with it so much. I am glad I read it. Not because it was some stroke of literary genius but because this woman with huge eyebrows was able to put into words exactly what I dealt with post partum with my daughter. It was as if I had Brooke Shields lurking in the deepest recesses of my brain (Ok that is sort of scary). It was kind of freaky actually. I was having ah-ha moments at the turn of every page. I found myself reading excerpts to my Badger in an attempt to get him to finally understand something I could never quite explain to him fully. The dynamic she talked about with her Husband was also very similar. I too had this feeling that somewhere in all that Post Partum Depression I had lost some of my Husbands respect and or trust. I still wonder if it will ever truly return or if every time I burst into tears he will think I am starting to loose it again.
My Daughter is 4 years old now and I STILL wonder if my reactions to some things are because of the PPD or simply because I am a Mom. To hear another woman describe so intimately the thoughts and craziness that I experienced was so very strange and so very necessary. See, no one really talks about PPD; just like no one really talks about miscarriage. It was not until my first miscarriage that I even considered just how complex the recipe is to make a baby. I certainly never expected after 2 losses, to give birth to a beautiful little girl and then feel so unconnected to her. During that time, I never expected to ever feel connected to her let alone be as crazy about her as I am now. Our hormones play some demented games with us. As women we really have to get to a place where these topics are no longer taboo. Miscarriage and PPD are private and can be very scary. Maybe if we all were a little less private about it, it would not seem so scary. I was comforted to hear those words from my head written like that on a page.

