Angelina Jolie and I don't have a lot in common. She's a world-famous celebrity who is adored by millions and married to Brad Pitt; I am a blogger who is adored by tens, maybe dozens (on a good week), and married to an awesome guy that you've never heard of. But there is this: we're both mothers. And we're both in therapy.
All of which I can totally relate to; all of which I struggle with; all of which many new moms struggle with. Hell, if Angie's struggling - even with gazillions of dollars to spend on nannies and nurses and trainers and dieticians and special therapist-doctors - then it's no wonder that so many moms with less support have such a hard time. Which is almost exactly what my psychiatrist told me today at our first session - without support, the work of being a new mother (never mind being a not-so-new mother) can be brutally hard. "You're sleep-deprived," she told me. "You need supports in place that will allow you to sleep. Otherwise no amount of anti-depressant medication in the world is going to make this better. Do you have the resources to hire a night nurse?"
No, we don't have the resources to hire a night nurse - not for any length of time, anyway. But to judge from Angelina's experience - because what do you want to bet that they have a team of night nurses at their disposal? - having that kind of support isn't necessarily enough.
But you have to start somewhere. For Angelina, I guess, it's therapy. For me, it's therapy AND a prescription for sleeping pills (so that I can help myself get to sleep when the baby sleeps) AND a plan for my husband to sleep with the baby in another room.
And maybe some cinnamon rolls. Because that body image issue can wait until I've had some sleep.
Catherine blogs as Her Bad Mother, and cannot wait until she can fill her Atavan prescription tomorrow.
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