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I’m In a Book: Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor

2015/04 By Lauren B. Stevens 5 Comments

I’ve been candid about my struggles with miscarriages and postpartum depression (PPD) on my blog and in other media outlets (Scary Mommy, Honest Mom, etc.). Last fall, I was having a Facebook chat with Jessica Azar (Herd Management), whom I had met through a blog conference and as a fellow NickMom Ambassador. Jessica and I were talking about the insanity of the upcoming holidays, and I was joking around about the fact that I felt pretty good…now that I was on medication. At the end of our exchange, Jessica asked me if I would be willing to submit a couple of essays about my experiences with PPD to be considered for an anthology about mental illness she was editing with Alyson Herzig (The Shitastrophy). I jumped at the chance (why not?) and was delighted to hear that one of the essays I had submitted was selected for their Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor Anthology.

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Today marks a pivotal date in my writing career, as Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor (SMITH) is finally released and available for purchase! While my own essay is about PPD, you’ll find a montage of essays about many types of mental illnesses: panic disorder, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, agoraphobia and more. You’ll read stories of struggle, and humorous accounts, but will be left with an overwhelming sense of hope in the end. Each contributor to the Surviving Mental Illness Through Humor Anthology illustrates that it is possible to live a fulfilled and meaningful life despite battling often crippling and debilitating mental illnesses. And, each contributor is sharing his/her story in an effort to destigmatize [mis]conceptions surrounding mental illness.

Not only are we, as contributors, attempting to share our [often insane and zany] stories to provide levity and comfort for others, but we are each contributing a portion of our proceeds to a charitable foundation close to our hearts. While most of the SMITH contributors are donating to a local foundation, I was adamant that my contributions go to a foundation that specifically dealt with miscarriage and recurrent pregnancy loss. I searched far and wide, but was unable to locate an organization, with such a specialized focus, in the United States (where I reside), so I have chosen to contribute to The Miscarriage Association, based in the United Kingdom (where I grew up). While The Miscarriage Association works to promote awareness, perhaps their greatest contribution is through the support they provide families who have suffered the loss of a baby in pregnancy. From their website:

“Those experiencing miscarriage often feel isolated and ignored, and understanding and sensitivity from friends and family can help enormously. It is much easier for people to give this when they have some knowledge about pregnancy loss and the impact it can have. The Miscarriage Association works with the media to raise awareness of these issues.

The Miscarriage Association works to raise awareness and sensitivity amongst health professionals through lectures, workshops and articles in professional journals. Their attitude and care can make all the difference in coping with the loss of a baby in pregnancy.”

I did not have this kind of support after my miscarriages, nor was I treated with sensitivity — these were all contributing factors to the development of PPD after miscarriage. My hope is that more support will become available for the many women who suffer the devastating loss, or losses, from miscarriage each year.

I share my story, freely and often, in hopes of destigmatizing the silence surrounding miscarriage, and letting other women and families know that they are not alone. I truly hope that you will take the opportunity to read my story, originally entitled Prozac Parade, and those of the 35 other contributors to the SMITH Anthology! Without further adieu, here are the links to purchase your copy:

Amazon Paperback ($12.99)

Amazon Kindle ($3.99)

iBooks ($3.99)

Nook ($3.99)

Please note that the Amazon links are affiliate links; this means that I will receive a small portion of any of the sales of the book from Amazon.

Please check out some of the other contributing authors, and their reasons for being a part of the SMITH Anthology, by clicking the links below:

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Honest Moms Speak Out

2015/02 By Lauren B. Stevens 2 Comments

I don’t believe any mother wants to publicly admit that she’s hit her child out of frustration. No mother wants to share that she contemplated suicide, divorce, disappearing. No woman wants to admit that she can’t carry a child in her womb. Yet we are surrounded by these women every day, the majority of whom are suffering in silence, sinking under the weight of her own thoughts. Would it surprise you to know that I am the woman who hit her child out of frustration, who contemplated suicide, asked her husband for a divorce, and daydreamed of packing her bags, walking out the door and never looking back? Would it surprise you to know that I am the woman who is ashamed that she’s been unable to carry three children in her womb? I am that woman, my friends.

No mother wants to share that she contemplated suicide, divorce, disappearing. No woman wants to admit that she can't carry a child in her womb. Yet we are surrounded by these women every day, the majority of whom are suffering in silence, sinking under the weight of her own thoughts.

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Should I Try to Conceive Directly Following a Miscarriage?

2015/01 By Lauren B. Stevens 6 Comments

When I shared publicly, about suffering my first miscarriage, I received an outpouring of support and well-meaning advice. Overwhelmingly, people responded by telling me to try again as soon as possible; they meant well, but somehow I felt that this was bad advice [for me]. Don’t get me wrong, my first thought, after discovering I had suffered a missed miscarriage, was about trying again as soon as possible.

My first thought, after discovering I had suffered a missed miscarriage, was about trying again as soon as possible.

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Recovering After Miscarriage and Recurrent Pregnancy Loss (RPL)

2014/10 By Lauren B. Stevens 3 Comments

I want to begin by saying THANK YOU to everyone who has reached out, offering warm wishes, prayers, and commiserations; and thank you to everyone who has shared my story, in hopes of reaching others.  I am truly touched by the number of people who have reached out to me, sharing their stories, their hope, their support.  I’m taking it easy at the moment, and not entirely in the mood to be social, either online or in-person, but I am, most assuredly, doing well.

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THREE is the magic number

2014/10 By Lauren B. Stevens 12 Comments

Not one, not two, but three.  Three is the number of times I had to miscarry in order for my miscarriages to be deemed ‘recurrent’, and for my health insurance to cover testing to find a cause.  It didn’t matter that my first two miscarriages happened within six months of each other, nor did it matter that there were signs of a possible underlying cause (clotting present with both miscarriages).  I had to wait until I lost my third baby to be ‘labeled’ and for insurance to ‘deem’ that there was a problem worthy of being resolved by testing; I suffered my third miscarriage, in under a year and a half, yesterday. ThreeMiscarriages [Read more…]

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Pills vs. Pregnancy: Which Would You Choose?

2014/05 By Lauren B. Stevens 13 Comments

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Hopefully the title caught your attention.  No, I’m not referring to a drug addiction, I’m referring to taking anti-anxiety medication and/or antidepressants while pregnant.  I recently posed a question about antidepressants & pregnancy on Facebook, and the overwhelming response was in favor of no medication for a healthy pregnancy.

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Irony: Stocking Up During a Buy 1, Get 1 Sale on Prenatals…

2013/12 By Lauren B. Stevens 1 Comment

…and then miscarrying the next evening.  I purchased months worth of prenatals, months.  I’m still nursing my 17 month old, so they won’t go to waste, but it’s so cruel.  In the past, I’ve gotten pregnant when I hit the jackpot of discovering a coupon for my brand of tampons and stocking up (this has happened with each of my three pregnancies).  Nine weeks of hopeful anticipation, taken away in a matter of hours.

After a week of spotting, the final day turned to blood and I started cramping mid-day.  By 8pm that evening, I had miscarried.  All things considered, the process was smooth and I was happy to have been at home.  Unfortunately, my husband had gotten called into work because of a snowstorm, so I was alone the night that it happened.

Is it terrible that I feel that miscarriages, back-to-back miscarriages, are things that happen to other people, but not me.  I had a brief period of anger before the sadness hit me square in the gut, knocking the air out of me but for sobs.  This past summer I learned not to ask why, but it is so darn hard not to.  I wish I could understand, and maybe once the pathology report comes back, I will.  On the flip side, if the pathology report comes back with a normal, healthy baby, then more questions [tests] will arise.

I know I will make myself crazy trying to figure it out, but I just can’t stop trying to wrap my mind around this.  I was able to have a healthy pregnancy with my son, no problem, so why am I having problems now?  It’s not as though there is a huge amount of time between my son and these pregnancies, he was 10 months old when I got pregnant in the spring, and then 15 months old with this last pregnancy.

I worry that my window of time is running out, as I’m 36 years old.  I know I should be grateful that I’ve gotten pregnant easily (my last two pregnancies came about on the first try), but it’s not comforting when I’m unable to stay pregnant.  I’ll be curious to see what the doctor says, as right now he’s just saying that I shouldn’t chalk these miscarriages up to anything just yet, and for us to try again as soon as we’re ready.

The one positive outcome of all of this is that I am not [yet] in the depths of despair, as I was the last time I miscarried.  There was a part of me that wasn’t going to accept this last pregnancy until I hit the 12-14 week mark.  And again, the pregnancy just felt too easy, too good to be true.  And it was…

I keep telling myself that I have to keep it together, have to get through the holidays, shoot, I have to not let it ruin the impending holidays [how?].  Right now?  I could care less about Christmas because I’m a stubborn, spoiled child who’s pissed that she’s not getting the gift that she wanted…

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Coming Out of The Fog: PPD After Miscarriage

2013/08 By Lauren B. Stevens 4 Comments

I don’t really want to write about this, heck, I’ve not even wanted to talk to anyone about anything in the past month.  I curl into a shell and become a recluse when I’m depressed…as I’ve been for the last month.  Next week will mark two months since miscarrying, and some days the pain feels incredibly fresh and new.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt as down as I have in the past month, so tired and unmotivated to even do the outdoor things that I love.  It didn’t take me long to realize that I was suffering from PPD, but I’ve not really known what to do about it except to grieve and keep pushing myself through this.  Friends and family have suggested support groups, but I just don’t want to keep rehashing it…I want to move forward.
With Declan, I was fortunate enough to avoid PPD, in large part (I believe) because my husband encapsulated my placenta.  Placebo or not, I felt a noticeable decrease in energy within days of finishing my placenta pills…but that is a topic for an entirely different post.  I felt wonderful after being pregnant for 9 months and, despite the insane hormone drop that occurs after childbirth, was in great spirits.
While I’ve not been diagnosed with PPD since miscarrying, I crossed the line from grief to depression when it took everything I had just to care for my little man each day.  There have been days when I have lost patience with D, snapping at him and just being overwhelmed by it all.  I know a part of it is because I just never had any time to myself, to rest, to heal after the 2 surgical procedures and 2 day labor & miscarriage I experienced in a two week period of time.  I was traumatized and never really had the chance to process everything.  I really needed time to just be.
I think the depression didn’t hit me until this past month because the first month was spent in and out of doctors offices, the emergency room and surgery.  I felt physically unwell throughout it all and for weeks afterwards, losing 15 pounds in the process.  All of this got in the way of me dealing with the fact that my baby had died.
Like the hormone drop after childbirth, I woke up one day a month ago feeling numb and wishing that I could stay under the covers all day.  Thankfully, having an active 13 month old doesn’t allow for that, so I was forced out of bed every morning and went full throttle through the day.  I was, however, going through the motions.  I hit such a dark point that I felt the need to tell my husband that I was drowning and could barely keep my head above it all.  Just the act of reaching out was incredibly cathartic for me.  Once I had let others know that I was struggling, I began to slowly feel a bit better.
I wish I could tell you that I’m feeling great and loving life 2 months after miscarrying, but the truth is that I’m not.  My baby was due January 24th, and many women (due around the same time) are announcing their pregnancies right now.  It hits me like a punch in the gut, stealing my breath and bringing me to tears.  I wish I could see a pregnant woman and not think about the baby I lost, the baby we won’t be welcoming into our family in the new year.  Just recently, I was at MommyCon and absolutely lost it when they asked the attendees for a show of hands of people who had found out that they were expecting in March, April or May.  I looked around at the women who were as pregnant as I should have been.  I had to leave the room to collect myself in the bathroom.  These intense feelings of grief and sadness come completely out of the blue and with a force I’ve never known.  I’m covered in tears even now as I write this.
Each day gets a little better, a little easier.  As I said the day we found out, I believe everything happens for a reason.  As I get a little more distance from the event, I’m able to see the positives of not having a baby arriving in January.  The main thing is that we have more time with Declan by himself.  We’re able to fully take in this time with him, and I’m able to be fully present with him without the distraction of pregnancy.  And, on those overwhelming days with just one, I’m thankful that D will be older and a little more independent when we do welcome another child into our family.  
While my initial reaction was to try again as soon as I was cleared by the doctor, we decided to wait at least another month.  Part of me doesn’t want to get pregnant again, as I’m deathly afraid of going through miscarriage again.  The rational side of me realizes that there is always the possibility of miscarriage, and the odds of it happening again are not that great.  I just don’t want to spend an entire pregnancy being afraid of losing my baby, and feel that I will be on an emotional tightrope when and if I get pregnant again.  I don’t know.  What I do know is that I don’t have to figure it out today, in this moment…

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A D&E, a Round of Misoprostol, And a D&C…All In Less Than Two Weeks’ Time

2013/07 By Lauren B. Stevens 1 Comment

As I write this, I am hoping against hope that the third time truly is the charm.  I’ve written about my experience with my missed miscarriage, my D&E, and the complications thereafter, but I’m determined to share my experiences and see this whole thing through, as I had a D&C performed last night.  My hope is that someone else, going through a similar experience, will stumble upon my post(s) and know that she is not alone and that this does sometimes happen (unfortunately).

I’ve not felt well since my initial D&E, and then contracting infection and having to go into labor and miscarry with the Misoprostol.  I honestly chucked my fatigue and nausea up to feeling depressed from the trauma of it all.  But, when I went to my follow-up appointment on Thursday, I found that I still had a uterine infection and that my doctor believed that I was still retaining tissue.  At that point I absolutely lost it.  This has become a neverending saga, whereas I just want to heal, physically & emotionally, and move on.  I was scheduled for an ultrasound the next day at 2pm in the afternoon.

I arranged childcare and had my sister drive me to my ultrasound appointment so that I could take painkillers.  I should add that when the doctor tried examining me at my appointment on Thursday, I almost hit the ceiling with the pain — she was unable to complete the internal exam because it was just too intense for me (it was akin to a dentist hitting a nerve while drilling…without having administered novocaine).  I went through the ultrasound (thank goodness for those painkillers) and then waited at the imaging center for my doctor to call me with the results.  The ultrasound confirmed her suspicions; there was, indeed, tissue remaining in my uterus.

The doctor told me that she wanted to perform another procedure, this time with an ultrasound technician in surgery so that they could double-check to make sure that all of the tissue was removed.  She asked me about my availability and I told her that I could do it anytime, the sooner the better (I didn’t want to prolong this with infection going on).  Luckily, I’ve had no appetite, so I hadn’t eaten since early that morning and was able to undergo surgery.  The doctor asked me to stay in the area (the imaging center is across from the hospital) and she would call back.  When the call came, she said that she could perform the surgery that evening and that I should report to the hospital as soon as I could get over there (!).

I am so thankful that I had no notice for surgery, as it gave me absolutely NO time to get nervous.  Thankfully, D was being watched by his Pop-Pop, and I was able to give instructions for his dinner and subsequent care.  My husband works an hour and forty minutes away, so he was unable to make it home for my surgery, but he was able to get home in time to put Declan to bed.  I’m also thankful that my sister was available, and able to drive me to my ultrasound appointment and be my support person for surgery (I joked that she got more than she had signed-up for that day!).

When I got up to the Outpatient Surgery ward, one of the nurses remarked that she remembered me from the week before, and the orderly that took my back to the OR asked if I had just been in last week (I don’t remember seeing him at all).  Do they give out frequent patient rewards?  (Not that that is something I would ever strive for!)  Outside of the OR, my doctor took my vitals and then passed me to another doctor who would perform the surgery.  I have to admit that I was a bit relieved, as you tend to lose a little trust once something like this happens.  My new doctor was older, and I’m assuming more experienced, as he canceled the order for the ultrasound technician to be present during surgery.  My new doctor said that he always prays before surgery (this is a Catholic hospital with crosses on every wall and in every room) and asked if it would be okay if he prayed with me.  I had held it together until then.  As he prayed aloud, I could only think of my husband and son, neither of which I got to see prior to surgery.  My doctor finished his prayer and I headed into the OR.

I awoke as they were rolling me out of surgery, and was pretty alert immediately.  The doctor came to see me and told me that everything went well, and that he expected me to start feeling better soon.  YAY!  While I don’t feel ready to run a marathon, I’m already feeling like I have a little more energy than I’ve have in the past two weeks.

If you’re wondering how and why (as I am), the best explanation I’ve received is that all of this is due to the fact that I have a bicornuate uterus.  According to my surgeon and midwife (at the delivery of my son last year), my uterus is a “perfect heart shape”.  While my uterus is not in two pieces, it is divided 2/3 of the way and has two horns (think of a heart where the ‘V’ comes way down).  Because of the shape of my uterus, the doctor missed tissue in one of my horns (the right one, where I was pregnant this time).  If I had a ‘normal’ uterus, it would have been one large open space and, therefore, easier to suction out.  Because I have a divide, and because this is a ‘blind’ procedure (they do not use a scope to direct them, they go by ‘feel’), one side of my uterus (ironically, the side that the baby was in) was missed.  For some reason, laboring, and subsequently miscarrying, with Misoprostol still did not force my body shed the remaining tissue.  The fact that I was still exhibiting signs of infection is what prompted my doctor to order another procedure.

As I said, I’m already feeling a little better, and hope to move forward and put all of this behind me.  To say that this experience was traumatic is an understatement, as I’ve been suffering from nightmares for the past two weeks.  I can only hope that this last attempt was successful, and that I can truly begin to heal, both physically and emotionally…

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ALWAYS Listen To What Your Body Is Telling You…

2013/07 By Lauren B. Stevens 1 Comment

On Monday, I had a D&E performed because I had suffered a missed miscarriage the week before.  Wednesday night I began having chills around 8pm, which quickly progressed to full body aches and a fever of over 101 degrees.  If it wasn’t for my sister’s insistence, I would have simply ‘toughed it out’.  Instead, I listened to my sister and called my doctor’s office around 9:30pm, leaving a message for the on-call doctor.  When the doctor called back, I explained my symptoms (chills, fever, aches, and sharp pains in my abdomen).  The doctor said that she had looked at the pathology report from Monday’s procedure, and that no fetal tissue had been located; she thought that, due to my bicornuate uterus, the fetus was still inside one of the horns of my uterus and that I was beginning an infection.  The doctor instructed me to go to the ER.

We arrived at the ER a little after 10pm, and I was taken back to a exam room around 12:30am, covered in blankets because I was freezing.  I was then greeted with a barrage of tests over the next 8 hours – two lengthy blood draws, urinalyses, was given and IV of fluids, and went through the most painful, and humiliating ultrasound in my life (had an external and internal ultrasound, and the tech had me disrobe without ever giving me privacy).

After 8 1/2 hours, the ER doctor had finally been able to speak with my doctor and tell me what we had already been told at 10pm — the fetus had been retained and infection was setting in.  I was told that I would be given medication to expel the ‘excess tissue’, and sent on my way.  The nurse that came in to give me my meds was ‘nice’ enough to tell me that I was going to be going through hell with this process, would likely get really sick, be in a great deal of pain, and that if it became too much after the 2nd or 3rd dose, to come back to the ER and insist on another D&E.  She also thought it would be a great idea to tell me that she had had 2 D&Cs, and that I would likely miscarry the next time I got pregnant because of scarring from the D&C [that I never had].  Comforting, eh?  It was the perfect ending to a nightmarish ER experience, in which the few people I did encounter (we spent 6 hours without ever really being checked-on – I had an empty IV bag for over 3 hours) took notes when asking about my condition, so I had to retell my experience and condition to every. single. person.  I left the ER in tears, as my worst fears had been realized – I would have to miscarry my baby.  The main reason I chose to have a D&E was so that I wouldn’t have to experience miscarriage.

I headed home, and spent all of yesterday in bed with a fever and abdominal pain.  I took my first dose of misoprostal at 6:30 yesterday morning, and my last dose of at 12:30 this morning.  I didn’t start expelling tissue until 7:30am this morning, and thanfully, I’ve not been experiencing continual labor pain – the only pain I’ve had is severe cramping just before and during expelling tissue.  I can not wait for this nightmarish process to be over, and to begin healing, both physically and emotionally.

Infection is a serious thing, and can easily progress to sepsis (as I was beginning to show symptoms of).  Sepsis can be deadly if left untreated, so always listen to what your body is telling you…

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Lauren B. Stevens is a former publishing rep-turned-writer, whose work can be found on ChildVantage, The Huffington Post, Scary Mommy and Care.com, among many other websites. When she's not chasing her precocious preschooler, Lauren pens hilarious and heartwarming stories about her life as a mother, ghostwrites blogs for businesses, and sometimes even finds the time to write a bit of creative non-fiction.
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