12 Depression Busters for New Moms

It's supposed to be the most exciting time of your life, and everyone is telling you how lucky you are to have a beautiful baby. But all you can do is cry. You're pretty sure none of your new-mom friends feel this way. But they might be. Between 15 and 20 percent of new moms, about 1 million women in the US each year, experience some form of postpartum depression.

Truth be told, my baby days were the most difficult and painful hours of my life. I was a hormonal and stress train wreck. Looking back now--my youngest is five--I see that a few alterations in my lifestyle might have helped matters. I'll share them with you, so that you don't have to feel so bad... or, you know, all alone.

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Therese writes for the blog Beyond Blue on beliefnet.

Say It... "Yikes!"

Take a moment to consider all that has changed in your life. Your social life is... poof!... gone, not to mention your sex life and any romance that was left in your marriage. You don't remember signing up to be a Navy Seal but, like them, you operate on about three consecutive hours of sleep at night. Plus there is this seven-pound creature that you are responsible for - and let's just say it's more demanding than the fern in your kitchen that will forgive you if you forget to water it for a day or so. Not to mention the fact that your bundle of joy is, how can I put this, LOUD. But the very act of registering all the modifications can be surprisingly comforting... like proof that you're not imagining it: you've entered another world, and you definitely don't speak the language. Yet.

Identify the Symptoms

At some point, you're going to need to distinguish symptoms of the new-mom culture shock and its accompanying baby blues from a bona fide mood disorder. You can find a list of the standard symptoms for postpartum depression by clicking here, but better than that, I think, is the description actress Brooke Shields gives in her memoir, Down Came the Rain:

"At first I thought what I was feeling was just exhaustion, but with it came an overriding sense of panic that I had never felt before. Rowan kept crying, and I began to dread the moment when Chris would bring her back to me. I started to experience a sick sensation in my stomach; it was as if a vise were tightening around my chest. Instead of the nervous anxiety that often accompanies panic, a feeling of devastation overcame me. I hardly moved. Sitting on my bed, I let out a deep, slow, guttural wail. I wasn't simply emotional or weepy, like I had been told I might be. This was something quite different. This was a sadness of a shockingly different magnitude. It felt as if it would never go away."

Get Support

Once you identify five or six suitable moms who aren't too annoying, it's time to start a support group, known in some parts of the country as a "playgroup." It can be fewer than five or six, but you should be able to corral lots of takers if you hang out long enough at your library's children's hour, Tumble Tots or some other gymnastics class, or attend any workshops or social events organized by national mom groups like Professional Moms at Home.

Me? I started a playgroup by walking around my neighborhood and putting a flyer into the mailboxes of homes in which I could see a stroller. I also posted signs at a local office supply store, coffee shop, and diner. Once ten moms confirmed interest, I hosted a playgroup every Wednesday morning at my house for a year. It really served its purpose, which was NOT to help our children socialize--that's only what we claimed--but to provide an outlet for us to spill our guts because many of us felt like we were going crazy.

Ask (or Beg) for Help

In her informative book, A Deeper Shade of Blue, Ruta Nonacs, M.D., Ph.D., writes: "One of the most challenging aspects of caring for young children is the social isolation. In traditional cultures, a woman's family fathers around the mother after the birth of a child. They help her learn how to care for her child... Nowadays most women with young children spend most of their time at home, alone."

In the spirit of reconnecting with lost traditions, I advise you to skip all those manners and laws of social grace that keep you from pleading with your friends, in-laws, siblings, cousins, and trusted neighborhood teenagers for some help. Barter with them, negotiate, promise to name the next kid after them if they babysit for a night, ANYTHING you possibly can to get some free help. This is crucial, because the less of it you have, the more at-risk you are for developing a serious mood disorder. If your relatives are unable to assist, buy the help. Trust me. You'll be glad you did.

Eat Brain Food

I hate to be a killjoy here, because I know that you've already had to say bye-bye to lots of pleasures in your life. But here's the thing: the more stressed and sleep-deprived you are, the more inclined you are to grab the chips and the cookies. Research has actually confirmed that: sleep deprivation and stress both contribute to obesity. It's a vicious cycle, because the more chips and cookies you consume, the more out of control your world spins.

Ideally, you want to shoot for lots of omega-3 fatty acids, vitamin B-12, and folate. Unfortunately, they're not hiding in a Hershey's dark chocolate bar. If I were God, I would change that. But you can find omega-3 fatty acids in boring but tasty things like salmon, tuna, sardines, walnuts, canola oil, and flaxseed. Vitamin B-12 is found in fish, seafood, meat, poultry, eggs, and dairy products. Folate is found in fortified cereals, spinach, broccoli, peanuts, and orange juice. Your brain will thank you.

Don't Lose Your Sense of Humor

If one thing saved me during those years my kids were babies it was a sense of humor. "If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane," sings Jimmy Buffet. So, even if you feel like you have already gone insane, it's best to snicker at the madness in front of you. Ah, the relief I felt some of those afternoons, once all the tension held in my shoulders and in my cheeks released into a wild laughter after an hour spent chasing two kids at the mall, one with diarrhea and the other hiding underneath the bras in J.C. Penny's lingerie section. Flexing that humor muscle is as important—if not more--as exercising those tight abdominal muscles that you'll never get back.