Postpartum Story: Grandma's experience

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My Story: It's my daughters story. One that I am still living with her. Her ppd, ppocd, ppa and panic attacks were TOTALLY unexpected. I hadn't prepared her for this at all because I was on the opposite side of the spectrum. I was absolutely happy, fulfilled, confident and in control {when I had my babies}. 

It's 6 months in now and we're still inseperable. Literally. I'm her 'paci' and without me she almost immediately has a 'melt down'. This is real. Pitiful. And scary. 

I'm 51 and it's been one of the hardest things I've ever gone through. And that's only from my end. I can only imagine what it's like to experience it first hand. I'm convinced mamas that go through this are the strongest of all. And are also the ones that get the word out and do what they can to help others. I fully believe the devil himself uses ppd and the whole handbag of evil tricks to try and break a beautiful, vulnerable creature. A mother. 

How long will this last? Is it related to breastfeeding and amped up hormones? Will the people in our lives that think she should 'grow up' and 'snap out of it' ever understand? Time will have to tell. All I know she is MY baby. She needs me and I'll be here as long as it takes. 
Why? Because I'm a mama and that should be answer enough. For anyone.

Anonymous | Kentucky | Mama to two, ages 23 & 25 

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