One of the most challenging parts of postpartum depression is the civilian casualties. Of course the depression, irritability and fatigue are hard on me, but my poor, sweet long suffering husband, and cute little girl are just innocent bystanders, and really shouldn't have to deal with my insanity when I meltdown over an overgrown law, or become wrought with emotion during the ending of Men in Black 3.
I think doctors too often overlook the family when working through finding proper treatment.
"Some aggression is normal with this as your body adjusts." They say. (Don't you love their euphemisms? "Aggression" is code for unholy rage-fests.) "Give this three weeks or so, and if you are still experiencing irritability, we will consider lowering the dose."
Yeah. Three weeks. We'll just dig trenches in the living room and LO and Erik can duck and cover when the sirens go off. Easy-peasy.
I am not sure what the answer is. There is no magic pill that will just *puff* make you better, but all this experimentation takes a toll on my family. I wrote an article that my friend Kaitlin published on her blog at Psych Central. Check it out and let me know if you agree.
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