I Lied to My Shrink, and Other Hazards of Breastfeeding
This post is actually over at Breastfeeding Moms Unite, written for Melodie upon her request.
It was an honor to share it with her, and I hope you’ll pop on over and read it.
It concerns – you guessed it! Breastfeeding. So don’t say I didn’t warn you. But it’s also about me, and might prove interesting. Or horrifying. Hard to say.
I read your post, and can relate – at least to the having a physician who doesn’t get it part. I had a conversation with a doctor (I was trying a new one) when I was breastfeeding and needed antibiotics – he told me to “just stop for awhile.”
As you can guess, I never went back.
Read your post and can also relate to it – bloody BPD. I ended up bottle feeding my son at 6 months because it was what the psychiatrist told me to do – she then put me on a antidepressant with side effects she didn’t know about, which I came off last year (after 7 years of feeling as bad if not worse) and am now realising I have even more repressed memories from the time I was on the stupid drug – sigh.
Thank you for sharing, being so honest and making me feel less alone.
Also – do you not have clinics for PND where the baby can stay with you in the US? That was the one thing that got me through my worse post birth period – that my son was still with me even though I was in a hospital (which I hated).