#postpartum depression

[hells-greatest-performers]

Poor Alastor. He was in denial for so long when he was pregnant. Do you think he’ll have Postpartum depression?

Lucifer: Uh…*looks at Alastor*

Alastor: *buzzing*

Lucifer: It maybe a possibility…

#radioapple #lucifer morningstar #alastor #lucifer #tw; postpartum depression #postpartum depression #hazbin hotel #fanfic #hells greatest performers au

[schizopositivity]

If you're talking about mental health issues in someone who just gave birth, don't just call it "postpartum" and only mean postpartum depression and assume everyone only understands that means postpartum depression, because postpartum psychosis exists too.

When you're talking about neurodiversity/mental illness, don't just say "the spectrum" and only mean the autism spectrum and assume everyone understands that only means the autism spectrum, because the schizophrenia spectrum exists too.

I understand that most people think that schizophrenia or psychosis isn't the norm. Most people don't include us in general conversations. But that doesn't mean we don't exist. Postpartum psychosis is very real and should be talked about more. Schizophrenia is a spectrum and more people should understand that.

Those of us with psychosis or schizophrenia are used to being excluded but it hurts a bit more when we're being completely excluded from conversations specifically about mental illness. By defaulting "postpartum" or "the spectrum" to not include us, it feels like you're saying postpartum psychosis doesn't exist, or schizophrenia isn't also a spectrum. When you treat postpartum or the spectrum as if they only mean one thing, it implies that there is no other postpartum mental health conditions, or no other mental illness spectrums. It's not that hard to add an extra word to be specific.

I know this isn't a huge deal, and I might just be nit picking. But I think these two examples show how those of us with psychosis or schizophrenia are always excluded, even from other mentally ill people. Many people don't know that postpartum psychosis even exists. Many people don't know that schizophrenia is also a spectrum. And the general understanding won't change, if the only people using inclusive language are those of us who have it.

#postpartum #postpartum depression #postpartum psychosis #the spectrum #autism spectrum #autism spectrum disorder #autism #psychosis #schizoprenia #schizophrenia spectrum #schizophrenia spectrum disorder #mental illness #nd #neurodivergent #schizophrenic #actuallyschizophrenic #mental health awareness #pseriouslypsychotic

[sixhours]

Postpartum

A one-shot set in the One Day at a Time universe. This probably won't make sense unless you've read that, but you do you.

Rating: Teen Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, soft!Joel, no really super soft!Joel, mostly follows canon, angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy baby stuff, babyfic, postpartum depression-ish (not really, but could be triggering), ppd, hormones are wild y'all, breastfeeding is hard, mentions of Sarah and her being black so obviously leaning hard into the tv series and maybe racial themes if you squint? Word count: 1.8k

Notes: Sometimes I just can't get these characters out of my head.

You can also read Postpartum on AO3.

~*~

Joel wakes to the sound of crying, and not the baby’s this time. It’s Charlie, sitting up in bed with Anna at her breast, curled over the child’s nursing form and sobbing.

“Hey, whoa,” he rasps, sitting up and fumbling for the bedside lamp. “S’wrong?”

“She’s not getting enough,” she says through tears. “I don’t know…I just…it’s been three days and she needs to eat and there’s no letdown and I can barely squeeze anything out–”

“Hey, shh, s’okay,” he says. “Midwife said that’s normal, ‘member? Can take a few days for everythin’ to…uh…work.”

“But what if it doesn’t? What if I’m b-broken? What if she’s starving and she can’t tell us?”

He shakes his head, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and sliding over to tuck her under his arm, careful because she’s sore and tender everywhere.

“You’re not broken,” he says. “You’re just…tired. And–”

“If you say I’m hormonal I will hurt you,” she hisses, then her eyes go wide and apologetic in the dim light, lower lip quivering.

“I’m sorry,” she moans. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that–it’s these fucking hormones, isn’t it? Fuck.”

“S’alright, I know–”

“You don’t. You really don’t. Everything hurts and I’m wearing a goddamned diaper –and these fucking cloth pads are worthless, I think I’m leaking on the bed again–”

“S’why we put a towel down. It’ll wash out—”

“...and my vagina is fucking ruined . It’s g-g-grotesque.”

“Midwife said you didn’t even tear,” he says, biting down hard on his cheek to stifle a chuckle. “I’m sure your, uh…your…um y’know…is just fine.”

She doesn’t appear convinced, tears catching on her lashes and streaming down her cheeks.

“My nipples feel like they’re being rubbed with broken glass. She doesn’t even have fucking teeth yet, how can it hurt so much? And she’s not getting enough, I just know it–”

He swallows hard and rubs her back like when she was in labor, firm strokes at the base of her spine.

“I can’t do this,” she whimpers, rocking forward over the baby. “I can’t…I wanted this so bad and now I’m just going to fuck it up.”

Another sob and now the baby starts to fuss quietly. Salty tears drip from the end of Charlie’s nose and land on the shell of Anna’s tiny ear, catching in her hair, dribbling down her forehead.

“Oh, great, now I’m crying on her,” Charlie sniffs. “Take her, Joel, before I drown her, she’s gonna be soaked–”

“You’re not gonna fuck it up,” he murmurs, but he lets Charlie slide the baby into the crook of his free arm. He bounces Anna for a few seconds, watches her tiny hands and fingers flex, then relax. Soon she’s fast asleep, entirely unaware of the drama unfolding around her.

“You’re doin’ just fine,” he says, kissing the damp curl of hair at Charlie’s temple. “S’only been three days.”

“I’m so scared,” she whimpers. “How are we supposed to do this? The world is fucking over , and we’ve gone and–and brought a child into it. What the fuck were we thinking ?”

“We weren’t. We were really fuckin’ drunk,” he quips.

She glares up at him with swollen, red-rimmed eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles, biting back the urge to laugh as he redoubles his backrubbing efforts in a silent apology. “But…you’re doin’ so good. She’s safe. She’s healthy. Look–she’s snorin’.”

Indeed, Anna’s tiny sniffles have deepened into soft baby sighs that puff against Joel’s bare chest. He finds himself unable to look away, drawn into a trance by the subtle rise and fall of her ribs, the rapid pulse of her heart thrumming under her delicate skin.

“She’s perfect, see? You’re doin’ great. Could use a little more sleep is all.”

Charlie whimpers miserably and presses her face to his side. “She can’t sleep if she’s starving, Joel.”

“She’s not gonna starve. We’ll call the midwife in the morning. She said they have—what is it, donors? If you can’t—“

This elicits another wail from Charlie. “You mean if I’m broken .”

Shit .

“No, no, that’s not what I—I meant just to—I’m—fuck,” he grits out, decides he’s better off shutting up. Instead, he rocks his daughter in one arm and holds the mother of his child in the other, waiting out the storm.

“Was it like this with Sarah?” Charlie murmurs after a while, voice laden with exhaustion.

“A little,” he says, hesitating. “Her mom was a lot younger than you an’ she wasn’t…wasn’t ready. She was a kid herself, and I prob’ly wasn’t the best partner. Hell, I was only 22. S’not an excuse, but…y’know. S’what it was.”

He shifts uncomfortably, remembering the long nights, the fighting, the abrupt dissolution of his family’s future before it had even begun.

“Anyway, she uh…she couldn’t handle it. Left when Sarah was a few months old.”

Charlie makes a sound in the back of her throat, then reaches over, gently grasping one of Anna’s impossibly small feet, rubbing at her little toes until the baby spreads them wide and pushes against her fingertips.

“She’s so perfect, I’m worried I’ll…I’ll ruin her, somehow,” she whispers. “But I can’t imagine leaving her.”

He meets her eyes, the next word rolling tender from his lips, tightening his hold around her shoulders to emphasize the point.

“Exactly.”

They stay like this until her breathing slows, until they’re drifting in that liminal space of exhausted new parents. Charlie wipes at her eyes, lets out a drained sigh.

“I wish he could have met her,” she says, her words muffled against Joel’s chest. 

He . Her late husband, one of many ghosts that floats about the edges of their lives, caught in the periphery. Joel feels a twinge of something like envy, but it’s hard to be jealous of a dead man, so he brushes it aside.

“You’ve never told me his name, y’know,” he says instead.

“I didn’t? Oh,” she trails off. “It was Marcus.”

He rumbles an mmm in acknowledgment and rests his chin on the top of her head, marveling at how perfectly she fits there, wondering if he could fill that space for her someday.

“Sometimes I could swear I see him in her,” she continues. “Isn’t that silly?”

“I dunno,” he murmurs, swallowing hard. “Sometimes…I think I see Sarah in her, too.”

She blinks up at him. “Well…at least that makes sense .”

“Not as much as you’d think,” Joel sniffs, tracing a thumb down Anna’s cheek, lost in thought. “Sarah took after her mom…she was half black. Looked nothin’ like me.”

He regards their daughter–pale complexion, silver eyes, straight dark hair. But still, she’s in there; his Sarah, his baby girl. Something about the slope of her nose, the arch of her eyebrows, the curl of her thumb against her bottom lip.

“What was Sarah like?” Charlie murmurs sleepily, nestling further into the crook of his shoulder.

“Stubborn as hell,” he says immediately, the words pouring out before he can lose his courage. “An’ you don’t have to tell me she got that from me. Already know.”

“You? Stubborn?” Charlie says, and he can feel her smiling against him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirks. “When Sarah was about three, she threw a fit in the store. Wanted…somethin’ or other, I dunno. A toy, prob’ly. Wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I had to drag her outta there kickin’ and screamin’.

“Except…she doesn’t really look like my kid, y’know? So she had the whole store convinced I was tryin’ to kidnap her, and they got security askin’ me questions, and she doesn’t understand, just keeps…keeps cryin’ and holdin’ on to me–”

He breaks off, surprised at the clarity of the memory; his flailing, sobbing kid in his arms as the security guard grilled him, the creeping shame and anger at being singled out, him and his girl against the world. A lump lodges itself in his throat and he blinks back tears.

“Got us outta there as fast as I could,” he says. “God…haven’t thought about that in forever.”

“That’s…awful.”

He shrugs. “Losin’ Sarah was awful. The rest was just…life.”

“You don’t talk about her,” Charlie whispers.

“S’hard, but…this helps,” he murmurs, stroking Anna’s dark hair, ducking his head to place a gentle kiss to her crown.

“Anyway,” he sighs, a deep, shuddering breath as he brings himself back to the flour-sack weight of the baby girl in his arms, the warm comfort of Charlie’s shoulder against his ribs. 

“All that to say…I get it. Hell, sometimes I catch myself thinkin’ Ellie has my eyes,” he chuckles. “Makes no fuckin’ sense…but maybe it don’t have to.”

Charlie shifts, rests her head against his chest, slurring her words slightly. “Mmmm…she does, though, doesn’t she?”

“Sure, let’s say she does. And this li’l one has…Marcus’ smile or ears or somethin’, maybe. He’s part of you…so he’s part of her, too.”

“Maybe,” she murmurs, yawning. Soon her breathing is slow and even, her body relaxed and pliant against his.

He allows himself the luxury of staring, struck by the way Charlie’s dark lashes fan over her cheeks, the mirror image of Anna’s.

Within minutes, they’re both asleep in his arms.

~*~

“Joel…Joel, wake up. I think–”

Charlie’s voice is soft and calm, no longer frantic, her words nuzzling gently against the dim reaches of his brain. He’s vaguely aware of the weight of the baby being lifted from his chest. He blinks, stretching, neck and shoulders tight where he’s dozed off against the headboard. The light is still on and a soft early morning dawn filters through the bedroom window.

He watches with heavy eyes as Charlie puts the baby to her breast, watches Anna’s little mouth eagerly searching for the nipple, bobbing against it greedily before latching on, drawing a soft hiss from her mother at the initial sting.

The baby makes deep, wet suckling sounds and tiny, satisfied grunts, making him think of a piglet. He smiles groggily and cups her soft little head in the palm of his hand, watching frothy bubbles of milk gather at the corner of her lips as she eats and eats and eats.

“Joel, look…”

Charlie’s trying to show him something but he’s too tired, too sleep-deprived to understand until he feels her hand guiding his, placing it on her swollen breast the way she used to place it on her stomach. The flesh underneath is tight and full and definitely not broken.

He kisses her crown and breathes her in, all lavender and powder and milk, still cradling the baby’s head in his hand as he drifts off to sleep.

#the last of us hbo #fanfic #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic #joel miller #joel miller fanfic #babyfic #hurt/comfort #angst #postpartum depression #postpartum

[nanamishorecumslut]

Hanahaki disease

~ In which the victim cough flower petals when they suffer from one-side love. This disease can be cured if the beloved returns the feelings (this fealings HAVE to be romantic). If not, the victims die.

☆numbers reported: 6,489,197

★recoverys: 500,000

Gojo Satoru

Infected with the Hanahaki deseas over 4 weeks ago. The symptoms have progressively become worse. If he doesn't take action in a week, the disease will kill him.

For someone who is the strongest, Gojo fealt the weakest in this moment. After a visit to the doctors office for the weird things that were happening to him (that definitely was not normal), the doctor diagnosed him with Hanahaki disease. He knew the person who did this to him,and that was you. From everyone's perspective, you two were really good friends (even you thought so), but satoru didn't see you as a friend. After years of working together, you felt like he was a reliable friend. But Gojo, he actually fell for you. He wanted to be more than friends....All the little things that you would do for him, the time you spent together, and those little comments that made satoru's heart go crazy. He grew warm to all of those actions. After the death of suguru, he thought he'll never find that warmth again, but after some time, the universe sent him an angel of death. An angel that made his life a bit more toleren. But in the end, not everything good lasts forever. Love sure is the biggest curse in this world. Every person is a puppet to the one that holds there heart. If you find the right person, an amazing show will be created. However, if you lack that person, nothing will be good. That was Gojo current situation. He loves you, but you didn't. In his mind, there was only one thought "If I die, I die loving you "

the end :p

#gojo x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #x reader #if you know you know #dear lord when i get to heaven plzzz let me bring my maaan #english is not my first language #angst #postpartum depression #emo is my middle name #kinda want to write a obama x trump fic #plzz gojo expand this pussey #gogogogo #ozuna #im hungry #i need sleep

[brightfiction]

The Alan Wake series has been around during interesting times in my life.

The first game released the year my husband moved to the US from the UK to be with me. I remember being cute little newlyweds, cuddled up while he played watching Alan run around in the dark woods and laughing at the things Barry said. We used to sing Coconut all the time.

We missed the release of Alan Wake 2 because our daughter was born and were in the trenches of new parenthood, and we didn’t know of its existence until The Game Awards.

The birth of my daughter was a difficult time in my life - I had a life threatening pregnancy and recovery, and I had severe postpartum depression. I picked up Alan Wake to play myself since it was 13 years ago since we played it last and I wanted to be up to speed for AW2.

We played the DLCs, and when Alan was spiraling but hearing Alice in the second one I started crying. Their whole interaction about how he thinks everyone hates him and how he makes up these stories he believes - these are all conversations my husband has had with me, especially during that dark time of my life.

I played Alan Wake 2 fresh out of being treated for PPD and in a better spot in life. I do not want to go into too many details to avoid spoilers, but Saga’s story and her being a mother was SUCH a welcome inclusion to the game. I never expected to see cognitive behavioral therapy being practiced within a game, especially in regard to her thoughts of being a bad mom. I had issues bonding with my daughter and felt like I was a bad mom and a failure, and seeing Saga’s thought process when those feelings take over was just… so validating. It felt like the perfect story to cap off the darkest time of my life, and give me hope and feel seen in a very real way.

This series means so much to me, and I can’t wait to see where it goes from here. 💕

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #saga anderson #my musings #postpartum depression #tw depression #tw postpartum depression

[mirracidium]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a selfie. Ngl, i have not been feeling the most comfortable with my appearance as of late. After I had my son, I gained a ton of weight due to postpartum depression combined with BPD.

I’ve been trying to be healthy—mentally and physically—in the last month or so and have lost 13 lbs so far but I’m nowhere near where I wanna be. I’m also coming up on a year of being on Wellbutrin. That has helped immensely too! But I just wanted to post something and say hi!!

#myface #me #ppd #postpartum depression #bpd #selfie #writing #personal #update #motherhood #motherhood realness

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

[postpartum depression and su*c*de mentioned]

I once had a dream, so vividly it almost felt real. I dreamed that I loved someone with all my heart, and they loved me too, we were in love, so so much, and we were so happy. So so happy, so in love, so blissful

Then I became pregnant, is that how you call it? We were expecting, anticipation and worry but we prepared everything we could. We were so happy with the upcoming baby, I and my partner. My partner was so protective and caring, and once the child was born we would be completed. We would be a true family.

And then I gave birth. I can not describe the happiness we felt at that moment, we were in tears and cried and laughed for hours...

.....

But then I remember, suddenly I'm standing next to my child sleeping peacefully inside the cradle. I can't quite see my child's face, they must resemble my partner. I can't remember my partner's face either. But I know my partner is beautiful, and my child is beautiful because they resemble my partner so much. Then I just know it, I know my child is beautiful. So beautiful and wonderful, so pure, so happy, so precious... waves of emotions surging and crashing at me, and I just feel it

The need to end that beauty when it's still beautiful. Pure, untainted.

My beautiful child must end with me.

Then next thing I knew I was falling out of a balcony clutching my still sleeping child in my hand pressing their head to my heart.

I think I saw my partner reaching out to me. idk, maybe I wanted to drag him down with me so we could be together. maybe

Then I woke up. no sweat no tears, no nothing, but I couldn't sleep after that. I kept thinking back, about what I was thinking to come to that conclusion.

...If Lya were to bear a child, Robin's child, when she's still in her traumatized/depressed phase, would she do the same?

..............Would I do it if I were to have a child of my own too?

#cw pregnancy #cw postpartum depression #postpartum depression #cw sui thoughts #cw sui mention #don't take it too seriously #it's just a dream anyway #I just think about it every now and then #maybe dol preg content did something to me idk

[barefootbaltimore]

Unpopular opinion, apparently, but if a person who is suffering from Postpartum depression, anxiety, and/or psychosis hurts themselves or their baby they are just as much a victim as that baby is. It's the doctors, partners, and everyone who shames new parents for speaking out and asking for help that actually have blood on their hands.

#postpartum depression #postpartum anxiety #postpartum psychosis #postpartum #ppd #babies #please ask for help please please please someone will help you i promise

[starfishinthedistance]

Ah, the joys of psychology and abbreviations

#we managed to fix it with other disorders #i hope theres something we can do here lmao #its confusing #mental illness #mental health #neurodivergent #mentally ill #social anxiety disorder #seasonal affective disorder #paranoid personality disorder #postpartum depression #bipolar disorder #borderline personality disorder #mental illness memes #meme

[unhonestlymirror]

I find it funny how men believe postpartum depression to be something unimportant while it's the most often reason for mothers killing their children

Like in a story where a woman was dreaming about having a child for a long time, and later, after giving birth, hanged herself over the cradle. Sometimes, even support from a partner isn't enough, postpartum depression can evolve into a serious mental pathological state

#medicine #pregnancy #postpartum depression

[thepro-lifemovement]

Postpartum depression can cause suicide too.

Yes, but it's also not as high as the rate of suicide in post-abortive women.

A 2019 Study on the Maternal Suicide in Italy found that of the maternal suicides included in this study, the suicide rate of women who had abortions was more than double the suicide rate of women who gave birth.

The Finnish study is much older (1996), but it categorized maternal suicides and found the following ratios during 1987-1994 in Finland:

A United States study examining 173,279 low-income California Medicaid patients found that women who underwent abortions had nearly double the chance of dying in the following two years, and “had a 154 percent higher risk of death from suicide” than if they gave birth.

One major study, Pregnancy associated death in record linkage studies relative to delivery, termination of pregnancy, and natural losses: A systematic review with a narrative synthesis and meta-analysis, compared causes of deaths among those who delivered, had an abortion, or miscarried. This is what was found in regards to suicide rates among these women:

Suicide attempts increased after abortion, and typically decreased after birth. Maternal mortality rate in regards to suicide decreased after birth or during pregnancy, and increased substantially after abortion.

All this to say, yes, unfortunately, women experience postpartum depression and some women commit suicide. But the rate of suicide in women who have given birth is much lower than in women who have had an abortion.

-Sarah

#anti abortion #suicide #miscarriage mention #maternal mortality rate #abortion #pro-life #pro life #prolife #ask #asks #discourse #postpartum depression

[paisholotus]

Hard Times

T'challa x black fem reader

Summary: T’Challa’s wife is dealing with the after effects of having a baby.

Warnings: Postpartum Depression, Strong Language, Mentions Of Suicidal Thoughts

Translations: Sthandwa (My Love) Intombazana yomntwana ( Baby Girl) Uthando lwam (Beloved) Ukumkanikazi wam ( My Queen) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda, nawe ( Love You, Too) Nobabini ( Both Of You)

❗DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED❗

Requested By: @bluesapphire2

A/N: This MF Long. But I hope you like it fren. And I hope y'all like it

3rd Pov

It’s the most glorifying day for the kingdom of Wakanda. A new heir has been born.

Princess Lesedi Udaku came into the world. Her name meaning “Ray Of Light”, she gave that to her family and everyone who knew about her.

Except for the most important person. Her mother. Who couldn't seem to have any light in her eyes, when she looked at her daughter.

The King T’Challa fawned over his daughter even more since she was born. She was a perfect mix of him and his wife, having both of your features. T’Challa’s high cheekbones, your smooth coco brown skin, his tight curls, and your big beautiful brown eyes. She was beyond the words perfect, she was everything he could have imagined. T'challa thanks Bast every day, for bringing his beloved Intombazana yomntwana into the world.

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Y/N Pov

I looked at her and felt nothing but emptiness. I couldn’t help the blank expression on my face when I held her close to my chest, holding her skin to skin. It’s not that i didn’t love her. How could i not love her? SHE'S FUCKING MINE, FOR BAST SAKE! Shit, I begged for her. I spent 9 months caring and nurturing her, but why did i feel nothing when she looked at me? I felt absolutely nothing, and it was gut wrenching. I waited and prayed for my child, and she's gets here and I couldn't feel nothing. What is wrong with me?

T’Challa, being the observant husband he was, noticed the joy i had during my pregnancy disappeared once our child actually came. His face held concern every time he looked at me. I would hear him ask his mother Ramonda, about what was wrong with me, and she simply replied with: “My son, she spent 12 hours in labor trying to give birth to your daughter. She is exhausted, mentally and physically. Give her time, she'll be fine and back to herself in no time."

It's been two weeks, i had multiple mood swings. I was irritable, and having thoughts about my baby that i shouldn't be having. And it scared the hell out of me, because Bast knows i would never hurt my baby. I didn't have the strength to be around my little girl, but I was constantly sad because i wasn’t around her.

What added to my stress was me not producing enough milk as much as i wanted to. I already felt like i didn't bond with her, but now I couldn't do the SIMPLEST THING which is feed my baby. I slowly felt myself getting more and more depressed. I started thinking what good is it for me to be here, if I couldn't feel any love for my child. I truly felt broken.

T'challa walked into the room as I paced back and forth beside the bed. “Why am I feeling this way, T’Challa?!” i questioned him angrily as hot tears ran down my cheeks.

He looked like he didn't know what to say, but walked towards me. “I-I do- I do not know, my love, but it'll get better. You know I'm always here for you." He said, reaching out for me.

I glared at him backing away taking in a ragged breathe. I angrily placed my hands on the sides of my head, and let out a choked sob. I looked back at him, his eyes glossy and a frown on his face. And it made me Angry! Not because of him, because of the stress and worry I was putting him through. It just seemed like I couldn't do ANYTING FUCKING RIGHT!

“Get out, T’Challa.” i turned my back away from him, so he wouldn't see me crying, and walked towards the bed, to get in the covers. When he attempted to grab me, i pushed him away.

“I SAID FUCKING LEAVE!” He slowly backed away, and began walking out of the room. I got in the bed and pulled the covers over my head, and began sobbing. What is happening to me?

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T’Challa’s Pov

I went to the doctor monitoring Y/N and Lesedi. The doctor informed me that it was common for her to be extremely sad, which occurs in a lot of women after giving birth.

“The Queen is suffering from postpartum depression, my king.” he told me. I looked at him confused.

“I've never heard of this....depression.” i was genuinely confused. I did not know she was depressed. How could i not see this? I just want to understand why.

“How is she depressed? She gave birth to the child we begged Bast for? I don't understand why she isn't happy. I said, looking at the doctor who gave me a sympathetic look.

“It’s not that she is not happy, T'challa. Her hormones, her worries, the stress of dealing with a newborn, can all bring upon this depression.” he said. He went to grab his clip board and started naming all the symptoms of Postpartum Depression.

anger

anxiety

guilt

hopelessness

loss of interest or pleasure in activities

mood swings

panic attacks

I folded my arms and frowned at each symptom he named. My Love was going through all this this?

Uncontrollable crying

irritability

restlessness

 fatigue or loss of appetite

depression or fear

The thought of Y/N feeling like this, and trying to deal with it by herself hurt me. I felt tears brim my eyes but I quickly held my composure. I needed to be strong for Y/N, and to make sure she knew I was here for her.

I now had a better understanding, and thanked him, taking my leave to check on Y/N. I don't know what's going on with my Uthando lwam, but I will not stop until I figure it out.

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3rd Pov

T'challa walked in the room to see you in the bedroom again curled up in a ball. You were in bed with a pained look on your face. Y/N saw his face, and looked like she wanted to cry even more. This wasn’t only hurting you, it was hurting him too. It was hurting the baby. He got into bed and after a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"I need you to tell me what's going on with you, Sthandwa."

Y/N sighed deeply, shaking her head and turning away from him.

“You won’t understand, T’Challa.”He turned your body back towards him and stared into your eyes. “You’re not letting me understand. We are one, Ukumkanikazi wam. You can't keep shutting me out. I need you, our daughter needs you." He said, softly.

"She deserves a mother that’s happy to be around her and I’m not. I feel EMPTY! And I don’t understand because those 9 months I spent with her in my STOMACH, I felt so close to her but now she’s actually here and I don't feel ANYTHING! LIKE WHAT IS THE POINT?! I CAN'T FEED HER RIGHT! EVERY TIME I TRY TO HOLD HER SHE CRIES! AND IT'S MY FAULT BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE A BOND! I just feel like she'll be better off without me." She said, As tears streamed down her face.

He grabbed your face. “D-Do...... Do not say that! You are everything to me and you are everything to her. Do not say you are nothing! AND SHE WOULDN'T BE BETTER OFF! AND NEITHER WOULD I! WE NEED YOU! this WORLD and this COUNTRY NEEDS YOU! Do you understand?" Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, and cried into his shoulder and slowly nodded.

T'challa rubbed her back soothingly and kissed the side of her head, and turned her head so she could look at him. "I need you. Our daughter needs you. This kingdom needs you. You have to believe me when I say you are needed.”

After a hour of them comforting each other, T'challa got an idea, and kissed Y/N's head saying he'll be right back. Y/N sat up against the headboard and watched her husband walk out. Y/N sat in thought and tried to think positive, her and T'challa was going to make it through this, she'll just have to keep fighting.

T'challa walked in carrying Lesedi as she dranked from her baby bottle. T'challa got In bed beside his Queen, and slowly handed Lesedi to Y/N. She carefully took her and stared into her big brown eyes. Lesedi stared at her mama and reached her little chubby arm up and placed her hand on her mama's cheek, smiling letting out a gurgling noise.

Suddenly, it all hit her. A rush of happiness, joy, and love came barreling into Y/N, tears streaming down her face, as she started laughing. Y/N prepped many kisses on her daughters face. This is your daughter. This is yours. All yours. You knew you loved her with every fiber of your being, but now you finally felt it, and it was the most indescribable feeling you ever felt in your life.

T'challa looked at his wife with tears in his own eyes, and scooted over wrapping his arm around her back, and kissed her cheek.

"Ndiyakuthanda." He whispered to her. She turned to look at him with the biggest smile he's seen in a long time. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe." And kissed his lips, pulling away and looking back at her daughter. "Nobabini"

#black reader #black writers #black representation #black tumblr #self post #tumblelog #black excellence #poc reader #black girls #poc writer #T'challa #t'challa x black! reader #black panther #Wakanda forever #postpartum depression #depression #don't read if triggered #t'challa x black reader #chadwick boseman

[zoomvis]

damn it happens girl💔

#postpartum depression #shitpost #Garfield #nermal

[malibeezs]

Men need postpartum mental health awareness too.

After having a child everything changes for everyone. Something I wasn’t prepared for was my mental health affecting my husbands as well.

We both ended up depressed and angry in what was supposed to be the happiest time.

#postpartum depression #baby #depressing shit #i'm sad #my baby #postpartum #ppd #tw depressing thoughts #mental heath support #mental heath awareness

[rumelihisari]

Satu Tahun Jadi Ibu gen Z

Masih hangat dalam ingatan bagaimana saat transisi peran menjadi ibu baru. Menguras energi, emosi, jam tidur, dan airmata. cukup speechless mendengar berbagai komentar entah tentang ASI, BB bayi, metode melahirkan, dll. Disaat diri sendiri berusaha enggak merisaukan soal itu. Sebab sedari awal mengetahui kehamilan, langkah-langkah pertama yang dilakukan bersama pasangan adalah membenahi konsep-konsepnya terutama sebagai seorang muslim. Supaya nggak mudah terdistraksi sama hal-hal yang nggak perlu dipusingkan seperti perbandingan BB, TB, dll. Yang dilakukan oleh orang lain.

Komentar akan hal itu akan tetap ada, tapi prinsip atas konsep yang dipegang ternyata berpengaruh atas respon kita terhadap komentar itu. Kita jadi cukup bisa mengendalikan diri menerima berbagai komentar.

Saat itu jadi mudah sekali menangis, selain dipengaruhi hormon, sebagai ibu baru, sering dianggap belum bisa apa-apa dan nggak dikasih kesempatan untuk memulai mempraktekkan sedikit ilmu yang dipelajari bersama suami yang sudah mulai disiapkan jauh hari walau hanya sedikit. selalu serba salah atas apa-apa yang dilakukan. Perkara menggendong M-shape yang dianggap nggak sesuai standar masyarakat sampe harus sembunyi-sembunyi. Atau cara masak MPASI yang dianggap terlalu ribet. Apalagi setelah persalinan seluruh netra terpusat pada bayi hingga lupa ada sosok ibu baru yang perlu juga diperhatikan.

Sempat merasa nggak punya teman dan merasa kehilangan diri karena harus membersamai bayi 24 jam, Sebelum akhirnya sadar kembali bahwa menikah dan menjadi ibu adalah menemukan kesejatian peran diri di muka bumi. Bahwa inilah yang Allah maksud kenapa kamu diciptakan sebagai perempuan dan ibu. Sebab, regenerasi itu nyata. akan ada generasi-generasi pembaharu yang lahir dari rahim mu.

Sangat menikmati peran ibu sepaket aktivitasnya dengan kesadaran penuh yang insyaaAllah memiliki tujuan. Dan semua orang sepakat kalo jadi ibu itu lelah. Tapi yang bikin lebih melelahkan adalah komentar orang yang selalu nyoba buat runtuhin parenting yang dibuat atas kesepakatan kita dengan pasangan. Masalahnya kadang nggak sekadar komentar, tapi maksa.

Walau gak logis atau gak masuk akal, beberapa kekeh bahwa mitos dan jaman dulu harus jadi standar. terlalu banyak bibir mengadili berdasar pengalaman, padahal ilmu makin berkembang. Sebagai ibu baru tentu butuh saran dan nasihat, tapi pendapatnya butuh didengarkan. berikan kesempatan pada ibu untuk belajar.

Disisi lain harus tetap mengedepankan kedewasaan berfikir. sebab ibu lentera peradaban, tak boleh terpancing apalagi meluruhkan seluruh emosi yang menjadi kerikil kecil melalui sosial media. Nggak bijak rasanya. Hanya ada dua pilihan bagi ibu saat itu, diam atau berani meluruskan pemikiran.

Kadang kewalahan begadang. Belum tangisan bayi yang kadang nggak mudah dimengerti apa penyebabnya. Malam jadi siang, siang jadi malam. lelah, marah, hingga bergulat dengan diri sendiri supaya bisa meredakan emosi. Walau pada akhirnya kadang cosplay juga menjadi monster.

Managemen emosi pada ibu yang kadang nggak terkendali memang jadi PR untuk diri. Bahkan sampai hari ini diri sendiri masih tertatih meregulasi itu. Yang pada akhirnya menyadarkan kalo mengasuh nggak cukup hanya dengan ilmu parenting dan support sistem orang terdekat. Tapi ternyata butuh menjadi ibu yang tenang.

Sebab sepaham apapun ibu terhadap teori parenting, akan berantakan dan gagal Jika saat menyelami peran nggak tenang dan diliputi emosi. Ibu akan mudah marah saat bayi menangis. PR untuk diri sendiri.

Dan ketenangan itu nggak akan didapat kalo nggak dekat dengan yang memberi ketenangan. Maka perlu terus menjaga koneksi dengan Allah. Sebab ketenangan lahir dari kedekatan antara hamba dan pencipta. Inilah yang menjadi kunci. Hanya mengingat Allah hati menjadi tenang. Ar-rad. Allah yang menjadi backingan dan support sistem paling kuat.

Jika menyandarkan support sistem utama pada suami, orangtua, keluarga, mereka itu manusia seperti kita. Yang fitrahnya lemah dan terbatas. Kadang bisa saja lupa, atau tanpa sadar mereka bikin kita kecewa seperti halnya kita sendiri yang tanpa sadar mungkin membuat kecewa orang lain. Maka Allah lah yang layak menjadi support sistem paling utama sebelum suami dan keluarga.

Memang nggak ada yang bilang kalo jadi ibu itu mudah, tapi maha baik Allah mewariskan ilmu untuk manusia terutama ibu. menjadi bekal berharga untuk perempuan saat akan menyelami peran baru sebagai ibu. Supaya nggak salah jalan. Supaya lelahnya sepadan dengan kelak yang akan ia dapatkan. Walau perjalananya nggak semulus yang dibayangkan. Semoga enggak memutuskan untuk menyerah di perjalanan.

#ibu baru #menulis #rumelihisari #new mom #babyblues #postpartum depression #gen z

[kissingcars]

When your ppd has been really bad lately, and people know that, but they keep pushing you when you’re down. I’m not sure how much more I can take. Have I always been this bad of a person?

#ppd #postpartum #postpartum depression #pregnancy #new mom #I’m tired of being tired and feeling like the world would be better without me #I just ruin everything