When
Delaney was two, I remarked to a friend, "I had no idea that
after you have a baby you can picture the most horrific, awful things
happening to them. And so vividly!" After a second of hesitation
she said, "Isn't that a sign of postpartum depression?" I
shrugged. Nah. She must have misunderstood me. I was so in love with
my baby. Moms with PPD didn't feel that way. They were distant, and
sad. I was blissful. I just worried about her a lot. Of course I
would worry about someone so precious. Of course the graphic visual
of something terrible and violent happening would make my heart race
and my palms sweat. That was just part of new mom territory.
Right?
No.
No, it isn't.
During
my childbirth educator training, and in my subsequent work with
Elliot Hospital's awesome Perinatal
Mood Disorder Taskforce, I learned a lot more about postpartum
depression and anxiety. I began to suspect that I had had moderate
postpartum anxiety with Laney and also with Liam, although it
manifested differently. Then I read this,
and a few weeks later I read this,
and I knew it.
"Scary
thoughts" were the worst part. If you, like me, happy to be
link-lazy, here's just a little sample from the first one above:
"Scary
thoughts are negative, repetitive, unwanted, intrusive thoughts that
can bombard you at any time. They can come out of nowhere . . . Scary
thoughts can come in the form of thoughts ('what if I burn the baby
in the bathtub?') or images (picture the baby falling off the
changing table). Scary thoughts can be indirect or passive
(something might happen to the baby) or they can imply intention
(thoughts or images of you throwing the baby against the wall)."
I
read that, in a handout given to me by the wonderful woman who just
happens to be the director of the Taskforce above, and showed it to
Jake. "This is what I had! This is what I went through with
Laney exactly! It's, like, a thing!!!" There was something wrong
and there was a name for it. I'm not sure I can describe what a
relief that was.
The
scary thoughts returned with a vengeance when Rowan came, especially
during her NICU stay, but by then I could recognize them for what
they were. I could, as the first article suggests, remember that my
brain was playing a trick on me. And this time, I talked to my
midwife and got a referral to a mental health counselor.
Now
here's the thing. Birthworkers are getting better about addressing
PPD and recognizing its various forms. But you know what else birth
professionals like to talk about? The Law of Attraction. It was
popularized by The Secret (and Oprah) a few years ago, and continues
to make the rounds in the holistic-y, alternative-ish, kinda sorta
new age-y circles I sometimes frequent. Most importantly, the ideas
can pop up when we discuss planning for an unmedicated birth.
From
one forum site,
here are a few basic principles of the Law:
Whatever
is going on in your mind is what you are attracting
We
are like magnets - like attract like. You become AND attract
what you think
Every
thought has a frequency. Thoughts send out a magnetic energy
People
think about what they don't want and attract more of the same
- Thought
= creation. If these
thoughts are attached to powerful emotions (good or bad) that
speeds the creation (emphasis
added).
Please
read those principles again and think about how they might affect a
new mother struggling with Scary Thoughts.
Admittedly,
I can't speak to the specifics of the Law of Attraction, because I
never got into it. (Never got into an ideology that tells me the
mere fact that I repeatedly picture my eight-week-old being tortured
in front of me by a member of Al Qaeda means it's going to happen?
Shocker.) What I do know are the basic principles. And this gem,
further down the list on the same site: "EVERYTHING in your life
you have attracted .. accept that fact ..
it's
true" (emphasis and deplorable grammar original).
The
teaching on scary thoughts is to not obsess over them. Recognize them
for what they are, and focus your attention elsewhere. But the reason
for that is to keep yourself sane, NOT to prevent them from
manifesting in reality.
When
presented appropriately, yes, the Law of Attraction can be channeled
into something positive. Hell, I've taught it. I've said to many
women that we should not fear birth, that we should look forward to a
positive experience, that we should expect it, even. I always have,
and always will, stop short of suggesting that if you worry about it,
it's going to happen. And you can bet I will never tell a parent who
experiences a bad outcome that it's her fault because she thought
about it too much.
Duh,
right? How obvious. Who would do that?
But
proponents of the Law of Attraction imply this, however
unintentionally. (Ah, nice healthy dose of irony there.) When I read
those principles, it says I made Rowan be born early, necessitating a
month in the NICU, and it says that if I worry about her, I'm going
to make bad things happen to her. You know what? Don't tell me that.
Just don't.
This
is the closest I come to philosophy-bashing. My own evaluation of the
Law of Attraction, at least the positive side, is that it's simply
another way to express subconscious thought. You want something, you
focus your attention on it, you're going to work for it. You want to
get a Coach purse at the end of the month, so you wind up buying
fewer lattes. Do you picture the Coach purse each time you brew
coffee at home? Probably not, but the intention is still there. No
vision board necessary.
So.
As a birthworker who has occasionally (or maybe not so occasionally)
said something I shouldn't have, and as a survivor of PPD, I'm asking
you to consider the way you present your ideas. If you embrace the
law of attraction, how do you talk to your clients / patients /
friends about bad outcomes? Do you ease their guilt, or do you
compound it? Do you allow them to express their fears, or do you
suppress them?
I
know why I was bad at teaching unexpected outcomes for so many years.
It's because I was terrified of them. I shortchanged my students and
did not do my part to prepare them adequately for Plan B, or C, or D.
I didn't spend enough time stressing that, if they didn't have the
birth they wanted, it WAS. NOT. THEIR. FAULT. For that, I am sorry.
Thank
God for therapy. And by the way, my therapist is nothing like I pictured.