A few months after the birth of my firstborn son, I couldn’t sleep at night.
My husband was in the car when he heard me crying and said, “Mommy, you’re not ready for the baby yet.
You should have a little bit of a lull.”
My daughter was two months old, and I felt more relaxed in the house and on the dance floor.
I’m not going to lie: The next few weeks were crazy, especially during the birthdays.
When my daughter was five weeks old, I had to go into labor.
But even after that, I never got to feel completely relaxed.
I didn’t even know I had a baby until the first few days.
The truth is, I was so used to the stress of having a baby that I was still completely unprepared for it.
Here are some of the symptoms that I experienced during my pregnancy and my subsequent postpartum period.
Postpartum Anxiety and stress Symptoms During the first month of my pregnancy, I experienced anxiety and panic attacks.
The most common symptoms I experienced were: The first day of labor I felt nervous.
I was afraid I would have an accident.
I felt like I needed to have someone to help me get out of bed.
The anxiety was so overwhelming that I couldn.
I thought, “I need help.
This is really bad.
What can I do?”
I was even worried about my baby’s health because I was experiencing labor pains and gasps from him.
I also had the fear of contracting STDs during labor.
I kept thinking, “Maybe my baby is going to get sick and I’ll get the flu.”
I had no idea that my baby would be so sick and that I’d have to have my baby taken from me.
The next two months were a blur.
I got a flu shot and was able to have an abortion but had to be in labor for about three days.
I could barely stay awake.
It was scary, but I didn.
My symptoms only started to improve after I went back to work.
I had an epidural, which gave me a chance to recover from my anxiety and stress.
I have since found it helpful to take a few extra steps when in labor, so I can be calm and focused.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but my baby had been born in labor.
So when my husband and I got home, he sat down on the couch and started telling me about his day.
He had gone to a local Walmart and bought a baby blanket.
He said he loved it and thought it was so cute that he wanted to wear it during labor and delivery.
I looked at him in disbelief and told him that he needed to change his mind.
He just laughed and said he was going to buy another blanket.
I asked him, “Why would you want to change your mind?”
He replied, “Well, we’ve been through so much.”
I told him he should reconsider and just stay home.
He laughed again and said that he didn’t want to be a burden to his family.
We had a hard time getting through the day without talking about the birth.
At first, I thought he was joking.
Then he said, “[My wife] and I are not going anywhere soon, are we?”
I felt terrible and told myself that I needed him to listen to me.
I needed my husband to listen and trust me.
But he kept insisting, “It’s your baby.”
After a few days of this, I began to realize that he really believed this and was very selfish.
I started thinking about the other children in the household, and how many of them had already had children of their own.
He didn’t have any of them.
So I realized that if he really wanted me to do something about my health, he would have to listen more.
After a couple weeks of trying to convince him to go back to his old habits, I decided I was not going back to Walmart.
He was still upset and didn’t understand why I was having a difficult time getting around.
When I finally had my epidural and I gave birth, I wasn’t able to sleep for two days.
After two weeks, I woke up with an intense panic attack and could barely sleep.
I couldn, in fact, feel the urge to vomit.
I just thought, This is not happening.
I don’t have time for that.
But after another two weeks of my trying to cope with the panic attacks and the anxiety, I finally felt ready to have another baby.
I gave my husband a hug, then went to sleep.
After four days, my belly was still swollen.
I went to the doctor who examined my belly.
He told me my belly would never be the same.
But my anxiety was still there.
The doctors thought that my body was still not ready to start delivering the baby.
After an ultrasound showed me my baby was fully born, I went into labor again.
After about two hours, my baby started to breathe on his own. I told my