#pnda

[livewellclinics]

Postpartum Depression and Anxiety

If you or a loved one appear to be experiencing symptoms of Postpartum Depression or Anxiety during new motherhood, there is no need to suff

Many women report experiencing postpartum depression and anxiety, but these symptoms are transient and relatively mild for most. However, 10-15% of women experience mood disturbances such as Postpartum Depression (PPD) (1) and Postpartum Anxiety (PPD-A).

[notsofine]

“ you’re a voluntary patient, we can’t force you to take your meds. It’s really up to you. You don’t have to take them. I’m just reminding you that you said you felt much better when you’re on them, that’s all.”

My SW clearly has me figured out

[sapphickx]

What’s better than one team of rwby ocs?? TWO teams of rwby ocs! ✨✨

Here are Phoebe Menodora and Nic Aranea from my other rwby team; PNDA! Think of them kinda as the JNPR of my ocs.

(Reblogs are appreciated)

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P&N / D&A

F / L / M / E

[jprandamonium]

We Bare Bears. Bros In The City.

It is the most hilarious episode yet. I was meaning to mention the human counterpart of the Bears but still having those laptop issues. The Alpha Bros. are having some conflicts. The Anime Bros. are having one with a girl sadly. Messed up that the girl jumped with Tom than with the one who invited her but whatever. Sad that Panda couldn’t let Tom have the win though. The Calm Chef Bros. are having an issue with a stove they found. And it was quite tragic. But the food fight makes it a nice end.

[ozgur-beden]

ölmek kefilsizdir. yalnızlık şiirlerde ritüeldir kurbanın gözleri açık bilinci bıçak sırtı akıl, o zaten hiç var olmadı yürek desen komada kıyametimin nüshası kayıp

[notsofine]

Almost a year ago, I was sitting in the hospital birthing suite, alone. A lovely midwife popped in and left me with some laminated cards. Most of them I stuffed into the document wallet together with the newborn papers. This one, I kept with me as a reminder.

She was right.

What an intense year it has been.

It has been harder than I ever imagined. I have not been the person or parent that I ever wanted to be. I couldn’t be the person or parent I wanted to be. That still feels like failure. But over time I have done to realise that it isn’t entirely my fault. That maybe my expectations were unrealistic. Maybe I cannot be my own village because I am only one person.

This year I have asked for and accepted more help than I have ever done in my entire life. Not for me, but for my girls. Needing help still feels weak, still feels like failure but failing them would be even worse.

Maybe someday I will do it for me, but for now, I take my little recovery steps for them and that is okay too.

[notsofine]

Little things

Learning to reclaim parts of myself

I might only have 10 minutes while she sleeps in the pram but this is 10 minutes more than I’ve ever had in a long while

[notsofine]

So the letter I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.

All the discharge planning, getting baby settled into daycare and ramping up care days, practice runs and planning daycare and kindy drops offs and pickups, preparing for return to work and stressing over what that would look like, how I would fit my supports in…

And there is no job for me to return to.

I don’t know what to do with this information. I feel like curling up into a ball and just going on as normal because I can’t process.

Without returning to work, we lose our childcare subsidy. If I have both girls with me at home 24/7 I lose my sanity. My discharge plan was clear with me to have the girls in childcare, parenting courses, regular therapy, return to work and now that’s all changed I don’t know what to do