On Second Thought…
I decided to give it a chance.
The Prozac, that it.
I talked to my midwife (Fran) at the birthing center where I had Julie after my psychiatrist appointment, and she reassured me that it’s the right thing to do. I was kind of panicking about taking it while breastfeeding. Well, and when I heard the word “Prozac”, I totally froze. Prozac is for crazy people, right? But anyway, Fran said that because it’s been around for so long, there’s been tons of studies on it. And she assured me that taking Prozac is going to be okay while nursing. “It’s a balancing act,” she said. I have to do what’s best for me, too. And drugs are just something that I need to do at this point.
I assumed that I’d be getting a prescription for Zoloft, since it is so commonly used while nursing. Apparently, as it was explained to me, the Prozac covers a wider range of, um, mental problems. And since my “mental illness” includes not only the depression, but the anxiety and a bit of obsessive-compulsiveness, and God-knows-what-else, the Prozac is supposed to be a better fit for my case.
After talking to Fran about it, I realized that it’s probably my best shot. The medical world is not out to get me. Although I keep kind of thinking they might be.
Did you know that paranoia is a REALLY BAD sign for people suffering from postpartum depression? Yeah.
Anyway, I decided to give it a chance. I took the first pill. It’s been a few hours, and I don’t feel drastically different. It takes about 2 weeks for the effects to really settle in, but I was terrified that I’d feel like a completely different person minutes after taking it.
Much to my relief, I still feel like me. But I feel a bit hopeful for a change.
A little manic, too, but that’s just me feeling anxious about this whole thing.
And tired. Maybe I’ll actually get a good night’s sleep for a change.
Tags: Prozac