Browsing the "postpartum" Tag

Poetry

Postpartum depression during a pandemic

February 15th, 2022 | by Amy Mattes

The house is living and breathing windows lifting curtains let old air out. An air between seasons. Her body is living and breathing open organs stretching in the


Body

Buoyant Force

January 11th, 2022 | by Sumitra Mattai

I wondered if I would ever be able to approach the deep end without panicking.


Loss

Losing my Father, Raising my Son

November 24th, 2021 | by Lindsey Newman

Among the last things Pa said to me were that he loved me, and he was proud of what an amazing mother I was


99 Problems

Postpartum Dream Sequence

November 5th, 2020 | by Becky Kling

I am surprisingly unashamed I gave birth to an insect, though I am still trying to figure out why my belly got so big for him


Poetry

Ginny Wiehardt on KNIFE SKILLS

October 23rd, 2020 | by Ginny Wiehardt

‘Knife Skills’(After a BBC documentary on postpartum OCD) They gleamed at her from kitchen drawers, reflecting the self she feared,


Comics

Who Needs the Diagnosis?

September 19th, 2019 | by Jericho Vincent

1 in 7 mothers experiences postpartum depression. And yet, naming it still makes me uneasy. Women used to be given the diagnosis of "Hysteria" if their minds or bodies rebelled.



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  • “Having my adult child at home has changed how we relate to each other. I have to keep reminding myself that I am no longer in charge of his life.” “Back when Dylan was 16 and should have been getting his driver’s license, he had brain surgery. Dylan has epilepsy. My husband and I lived in the hospital for two weeks. We were eating salads that my in-laws brought, a break from cafeteria food. #nicu #birth #breathe “My grandmother, the wildest woman I knew, never met my second child. Zayne Heather Logan passed away shortly before my own miracle entered the world.” “Just the day before I had been twelve years old and pregnant. Now I was recovering from the abortion. Only a year before that, in what felt like my body’s ultimate betrayal, I got my first period. It had come regularly every month since until it didn’t and I was nauseous every day. Even though I’d had sex for the first time just a few weeks before, it didn’t occur to me that I could be pregnant.” “I didn’t know if I would look back on this as the moment I met my son, or if it would become the memory of cradling someone else’s son in my arms—kissing his brand-new forehead, whispering congratulations, and then placing him back in the arms of his mother, never seeing either of them again.” “Their baby books sat waiting to be updated with their latest milestones. I’d become a ghostwriter, setting aside my own journal to document their days. It dawned on me: I’d been crowded out of my own home. Even worse, I’d participated in my own disappearance.” Write for us! Get all the details at muthamagazine.com. In our newest Ask a MUTHA installment, MUTHAs share their thoughts on how abortion access has affected their lives.

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