!["Circle Time" Bulletin Board]()
by Catherine | Jan 20, 2014 | Faith, Family
I finally put the finishing touches on our “circle time” bulletin board. As I mentioned previously, I’m “pseudo-homeschooling” Jane and Walt to help us find more of a schedule at home. Hands down, their favorite part of our new schedule is “circle time.” (I’ll be writing a post about our schedule and schedule chart later this week or early next week.)
During “circle time,” I lay out a blanket for everyone to sit on. I sit with my back to the bulletin board, and Jane and Walt face me. Here’s the board:
I’ll describe our routine with the board before showing you up-close pictures:
We sit “criss cross applesauce” and begin circle time with prayer. We say the “Morning Offering.” Just a few weeks into the month, Jane and Walt already know it!
After the Morning Offering, we pray for the Person of the Week. The Person of the Week is a friend, family member, or other person that we pray for Sunday-Saturday. We print off the person’s photo to go on the Person of the Week purple sheet, and we print off 3 intentions that we will pray for that week for that person. We try to contact the Person of the Week ahead of time to ask them for their intentions.
After prayer, we move on to the calendar. I ask for my “special helper” to help me. Jane and Walt alternate days. The “special helper” helps stick the day of the week, month of the year, date, and Saint of the Day to the calendar. We mention which mysteries of the Rosary we pray for that day of the week and look at the Happy Saints Liturgical Calendar to see what we are celebrating next Sunday at Mass. The special helper also puts the “Yesterday,” “Today,” and “Tomorrow” sticks in their appropriate pockets. We sing our “Days of the Week” song at this point. Then, we put the arrows on the appropriate month/season and talk about today’s weather.
At this point, my “special helper” goes back to their spot on the blanket, and we stand up for our morning stretches. We do 10 jumping jacks followed by a bunch of stretches.
So, how did I make it?
I used:
- 1 4′ x 3′ bulletin board (on clearance from an office supply store)
- 1 calendar kit from a teacher supply store
- Templates for Saints of the Day, Day of the Week pockets, “This Sunday Is”, etc. from Sanctus Simplicitus’ Liturgical Year Bulletin Board
- Velcro squares
- Laminator & laminating pockets
- Cardstock
- Brads to spin the arrows
- Laptop & printer to print off our prayers
The Month:
I used the teacher supply calendar board and “Today’s Date” box rather than the Sanctus Simplicitus Liturgical Year template. I attached velcro squares so that the kids could attach the day of the week, month of the year, and date. Then, I attached velcro squares to the empty calendar, and I attached the opposite side of the velcro square to the Saints of the Day. I printed these saints from the Sanctus Simplicitus blog. (This is a good time to mention that the blogger is a sedevacantist. This is a schismatic group that does not follow the current liturgical calendar. However, many of the materials on the blog are very beautiful and useful for circle time. You’ll just find some minor differences in the liturgical calendar, saints, and other places like the mysteries of the Rosary, so know that ahead of time.) I am trying to stay one month ahead with the Saints of the Day, and I make any revisions that are necessary to bring the saints up to date.
There is a tradition in the Church to have special devotions on each day of the week. (For example, Sunday is “Blessed Trinity,” Monday is “Souls in Purgatory,” Tuesday is “Holy Angels,” etc.) I used these pockets from the Sanctus Simplicitus blog to help the kids practice their days of the week. They put “Yesterday,” “Today,” and “Tomorrow” craft sticks in the appropriate pockets each day.
I took this picture before attaching our family member’s face to the purple person of the week paper. I attach an index card or small sheet of paper with that person’s weekly intentions on the green page. I put velcro squares on the Joyful Mysteries image (also found on Sanctus Simplicitus)
. I had to create my own Luminous Mysteries image because sedevacantists split from the Church before Blessed John Paul II introduced the Luminous Mysteries.
Weather and prayers:
I used the teacher supply materials for the weather and season portion of our circle time board. I simply laminated the card stock, laminated the arrows, and stuck brads into them so that the kids could point the arrows to the corresponding month/kind of weather/season.
Below our season and weather section are our daily prayers. I typed these up on my own. I created a “Morning Offering” and “The Angelus.” I want to start praying The Angelus with the children at noon or as close to it as possible. I love the 19th century painting called “The Angelus” of the French peasants pausing from their work to pray. Below those prayers is our Prayer to St. Joseph (our family’s patron saint for 2014). I imagine I’ll switch out some of these prayers as the children master them and are ready to move on to others.
Liturgical Calendar:
I wasn’t able to use the liturgical calendar from the other blog, but I did use the “This Sunday Is” template. I purchased and printed this adorable liturgical calendar from Happy Saints. It’s an e-poster that prints off on 8.5″ x 11″ paper. I laminated mine before attaching it to the bulletin board. I typed up what’s happening in the 2013-2014 liturgical calendar every Sunday, and I put those words (for example: “Ordinary Week 3”) in the “This Sunday is:” box. Here is that doc. I love having the liturgical calendar in visual format so that the kids have a better understanding of where we are in the calendar in relation to the seasons of Advent and Easter. They love the bright colors and kid-friendly pictures.
So, what do I do with all of the extra pieces? I have the pieces separated by kind in sandwich bags inside of a canvas tote. Maybe I’ll upgrade to a desktop hanging file system or something like that down the road. For now, the sandwich bags are getting the job done. Before we start circle time each morning, I get out the pieces that we’ll need.
We love our bulletin board, and we are loving our circle time!
What would you include in your bulletin board? Do you have any suggestions of things you would add?
![“Circle Time” Bulletin Board]()
by Catherine | Jan 20, 2014 | Faith, Family
I finally put the finishing touches on our “circle time” bulletin board. As I mentioned previously, I’m “pseudo-homeschooling” Jane and Walt to help us find more of a schedule at home. Hands down, their favorite part of our new schedule is “circle time.” (I’ll be writing a post about our schedule and schedule chart later this week or early next week.)
During “circle time,” I lay out a blanket for everyone to sit on. I sit with my back to the bulletin board, and Jane and Walt face me. Here’s the board:
I’ll describe our routine with the board before showing you up-close pictures:
We sit “criss cross applesauce” and begin circle time with prayer. We say the “Morning Offering.” Just a few weeks into the month, Jane and Walt already know it!
After the Morning Offering, we pray for the Person of the Week. The Person of the Week is a friend, family member, or other person that we pray for Sunday-Saturday. We print off the person’s photo to go on the Person of the Week purple sheet, and we print off 3 intentions that we will pray for that week for that person. We try to contact the Person of the Week ahead of time to ask them for their intentions.
After prayer, we move on to the calendar. I ask for my “special helper” to help me. Jane and Walt alternate days. The “special helper” helps stick the day of the week, month of the year, date, and Saint of the Day to the calendar. We mention which mysteries of the Rosary we pray for that day of the week and look at the Happy Saints Liturgical Calendar to see what we are celebrating next Sunday at Mass. The special helper also puts the “Yesterday,” “Today,” and “Tomorrow” sticks in their appropriate pockets. We sing our “Days of the Week” song at this point. Then, we put the arrows on the appropriate month/season and talk about today’s weather.
At this point, my “special helper” goes back to their spot on the blanket, and we stand up for our morning stretches. We do 10 jumping jacks followed by a bunch of stretches.
So, how did I make it?
I used:
- 1 4′ x 3′ bulletin board (on clearance from an office supply store)
- 1 calendar kit from a teacher supply store
- Templates for Saints of the Day, Day of the Week pockets, “This Sunday Is”, etc. from Sanctus Simplicitus’ Liturgical Year Bulletin Board
- Velcro squares
- Laminator & laminating pockets
- Cardstock
- Brads to spin the arrows
- Laptop & printer to print off our prayers
The Month:
I used the teacher supply calendar board and “Today’s Date” box rather than the Sanctus Simplicitus Liturgical Year template. I attached velcro squares so that the kids could attach the day of the week, month of the year, and date. Then, I attached velcro squares to the empty calendar, and I attached the opposite side of the velcro square to the Saints of the Day. I printed these saints from the Sanctus Simplicitus blog. (This is a good time to mention that the blogger is a sedevacantist. This is a schismatic group that does not follow the current liturgical calendar. However, many of the materials on the blog are very beautiful and useful for circle time. You’ll just find some minor differences in the liturgical calendar, saints, and other places like the mysteries of the Rosary, so know that ahead of time.) I am trying to stay one month ahead with the Saints of the Day, and I make any revisions that are necessary to bring the saints up to date.
There is a tradition in the Church to have special devotions on each day of the week. (For example, Sunday is “Blessed Trinity,” Monday is “Souls in Purgatory,” Tuesday is “Holy Angels,” etc.) I used these pockets from the Sanctus Simplicitus blog to help the kids practice their days of the week. They put “Yesterday,” “Today,” and “Tomorrow” craft sticks in the appropriate pockets each day.
I took this picture before attaching our family member’s face to the purple person of the week paper. I attach an index card or small sheet of paper with that person’s weekly intentions on the green page. I put velcro squares on the Joyful Mysteries image (also found on Sanctus Simplicitus). I had to create my own Luminous Mysteries image because sedevacantists split from the Church before Blessed John Paul II introduced the Luminous Mysteries.
Weather and prayers:
I used the teacher supply materials for the weather and season portion of our circle time board. I simply laminated the card stock, laminated the arrows, and stuck brads into them so that the kids could point the arrows to the corresponding month/kind of weather/season.
Below our season and weather section are our daily prayers. I typed these up on my own. I created a “Morning Offering” and “The Angelus.” I want to start praying The Angelus with the children at noon or as close to it as possible. I love the 19th century painting called “The Angelus” of the French peasants pausing from their work to pray. Below those prayers is our Prayer to St. Joseph (our family’s patron saint for 2014). I imagine I’ll switch out some of these prayers as the children master them and are ready to move on to others.
Liturgical Calendar:
I wasn’t able to use the liturgical calendar from the other blog, but I did use the “This Sunday Is” template. I purchased and printed this adorable liturgical calendar from Happy Saints. It’s an e-poster that prints off on 8.5″ x 11″ paper. I laminated mine before attaching it to the bulletin board. I typed up what’s happening in the 2013-2014 liturgical calendar every Sunday, and I put those words (for example: “Ordinary Week 3”) in the “This Sunday is:” box. Here is that doc. I love having the liturgical calendar in visual format so that the kids have a better understanding of where we are in the calendar in relation to the seasons of Advent and Easter. They love the bright colors and kid-friendly pictures.
So, what do I do with all of the extra pieces? I have the pieces separated by kind in sandwich bags inside of a canvas tote. Maybe I’ll upgrade to a desktop hanging file system or something like that down the road. For now, the sandwich bags are getting the job done. Before we start circle time each morning, I get out the pieces that we’ll need.
We love our bulletin board, and we are loving our circle time!
What would you include in your bulletin board? Do you have any suggestions of things you would add?
![Going to get help. “I think I might have postpartum depression.”]()
by Catherine | Jan 17, 2014 | Faith, Family
In a previous post, I wrote about the night Philip asked me, “Honey, do you think you might have postpartum depression?”
I’d like to pick up with the day I went to get help.
I pulled up to Sancta Familia’s parking lot for my appointment. Sancta Familia is a Catholic Medical Apostolate dedicated to treating its patients as unique children of God from the moment of conception to natural death. As I wrote in my previous post, I chose to make my appointment with Sancta Familia because I knew that one of their nurse practitioners was trained in the Creighton Model (this meant that she would be very familiar with the hormonal irregularities that can occur during the postpartum phase). To learn more about Sancta Familia, please check out their website.
When I walked in the door, I knew I had chosen the right medical practice. A lobby separated two rooms. To my right was the medical practice. To my left was a chapel. After completing some paperwork, the sweet receptionist invited me to wait in the waiting room or the adjoining chapel. I opted for some quiet prayer time.
I knelt for a long time, praying for God to help me calm my nerves. I was anxious about the appointment, and I still wasn’t sure what my diagnosis or treatment options would be. I prayed that the Holy Spirit would give me the words to be humble and honest about what had been my everyday reality. I prayed that He would open my ears to hear the medical advice I sought. I prayed that I would be brave enough to do whatever it took to get better.
After awhile, I sat back to take in the chapel. Isn’t it beautiful? It was pretty amazing waiting for my appointment with God in the tabernacle. I loved having the images of the Holy Family to look at. When I looked at Mary, I asked her to intercede for me as a wife and mother. I asked her to help me follow her example in perfect obedience and trust. When I looked at Joseph holding the Christ Child, I pictured Philip at home, holding our babies. I prayed that Joseph would continue to watch over our family. In fact, I think this was the moment I decided he would make a great patron saint for our family in 2014. Joseph stayed by Mary’s side even though he got more than he “signed up for.” I prayed that Philip would find comfort and peace in Joseph’s example–that sometimes marriage gives us more than we sign up for, but God will reward us for our obedience and faithfulness. I knew that my depression had been difficult for Philip, and I prayed for God to bless him for his devotion to our family.
When I sat back, I noticed this card on the seat next to me. It’s a “Prayer to Jesus Christ, the Divine Physician.” I read and re-read the prayer until the receptionist tapped me on the shoulder to let me know that it was time for my appointment.
Deep breath…
After getting my height, weight, and vitals checked by a nurse, I waited for a few minutes in one of the exam rooms. The Divine Physician hung on the crucifix on the wall above the exam table. Yup, this was definitely the right place.
Moments later, my nurse practitioner, Teresa, walked in. She asked why I came in, and I said, “Well, my husband and I think I might have postpartum depression, but I’m not sure. I thought you could tell me what you think and we could go from there.”
Just like that night on the couch with Philip, Teresa went through a list of symptoms of PPD, asking me to say whether I had them with a “no” or “yes.” I said “yes” to almost every single one.
From there, Teresa let me know that she has been treating women with PPD for 14 years across the country. Through her training and time in practice, Teresa is very familiar with the way a woman’s hormones fluctuate before, during, and after her childbearing years. Teresa explained that a woman’s progesterone levels plummet from the moment she delivers the placenta. Until a woman’s cycle returns, women with PPD experience fewer symptoms when given progesterone therapy. (The Pope Paul VI website explains the use of progesterone therapy to treat postpartum depression here.) Progesterone therapy works very quickly (unlike antidepressants, which may take weeks to take effect), is relatively inexpensive, and works with a woman’s naturally occurring hormones. When a woman’s cycle returns and her progesterone levels come back to normal, she should experience fewer PPD symptoms and should wean from the progesterone.
Teresa prescribed a course of 5 progesterone shots every other day, and she gave me the first shot at my visit. I asked her how quickly I should expect a difference, and she said, “Within hours.” She said, “My favorite part of treating women with postpartum depression is calling them the next day and asking, ‘How are you feeling?’ because they almost always say, ‘Great!'”
Teresa reassured me that the depression wasn’t just something in my head. I left knowing that PPD is a treatable medical condition and that I would not feel bad forever. I left my appointment at noon, and I felt like myself again by 3 p.m. I had more energy, I wasn’t anxious, I didn’t have angry outbursts. I felt ready to tackle the rest of the day.
Philip and I were thrilled, and Philip called my prescription in to the pharmacy. Fortunately, being married to a doctor meant that he could give me the shots from home instead of going in to the clinic every other day. Unfortunately, the pharmacy filling my prescription couldn’t get the progesterone oil in for four days. This meant that I felt great for a few days, but I started to have a reoccurrence of the symptoms.
When I finally got my second shot, I felt the same relief within hours. The progesterone comes in sesame oil, and it’s very thick, so the needle that dispenses it is pretty big. It needs to be injected in my rear end for the best results. It definitely doesn’t tickle, but it’s worth the discomfort for the results.
After that second shot at home, I continued to feel better, but I noticed that my symptoms would start returning by the time I was due for another shot. When I reported this to Teresa, she suggested supplementing the shots with oral micronized progesterone. This way, I would receive a slow, steady dose of the hormone in addition to the shots. Teresa suggested taking 1 progesterone pill a day and bumping it up to 2 if I still felt the symptoms.
I took 1 progesterone pill daily on top of the every-other-day shots. I had more good days than bad, but I still had bad days with angry outbursts, anxiety, exhaustion, etc., so I decided to start taking 2 progesterone pills daily. Since I started taking 2 progesterone pills daily on top of the every-other-day shots, I feel like I have a handle on things.
Unfortunately, breastfeeding was becoming one of my contributing stressors to the PPD. After a lot of prayer and anguish, I decided to start weaning Harry at nearly five months. Harry was used to taking bottles of breast milk, and he didn’t even seem to notice the difference between breast milk and formula. The morning after he had his first bottle of formula, my cycle returned! Cycling again means that my body is amping up to start producing healthy levels of progesterone on its own, and I need to start weaning myself off of the progesterone shots and pills. I am scared. I finally feel like I’m in a good place after battling PPD for a few months, and I’m nervous about what will happen when I start to go off of the progesterone. I am supposed to immediately discontinue the shots, continue on the pills for another week, and see what happens from there. I agree with the logic behind this decision, and I know it’s the right thing to do, but I don’t want to experience a relapse. I know I am in good hands, though. I know that the worst that can happen is a brief relapse, and I can resume my progesterone therapy.
In the meantime, I am going to schedule an appointment with a Catholic therapist, and Philip is going to come with me. We have some stressful times ahead with listing the house and moving. I want to make sure that I am equipped to emotionally handle these stressors when they arise. I’ve always struggled with managing my anger. I want to make sure that I am modeling appropriate emotional control around the kids, and I want to have that control for myself. It feels awful when you’re losing it–yelling, clapping your hands, clenching your jaw. I don’t want my children to learn those behaviors from me, and I don’t want to continue doing them. I want them to know that it’s okay to feel however they feel, that it’s good to talk about whatever they are feeling, and that there are good and bad ways to handle our feelings. In a lot of ways, I am grateful that God allowed me to suffer during this time so that I would pursue therapy–not only for my sake, but for the good of our whole family. I know my treatment from PPD will be much more successful with therapy in conjunction with my medication.
So, that’s where we are now. I am waiting and praying that the PPD symptoms won’t return as I wean off of the progesterone. I pray that therapy will be healing and helpful.
My amazing nurse practitioner, Teresa, agreed to do a Q&A interview about postpartum depression to publish on the blog. I will be sending her my questions soon, and I look forward to sharing her responses with you. I think it will be a great opportunity for women to learn more about progesterone therapy for PPD. I hope you’ll stop by to learn from her years of experience.
A dear friend said something that only a dear friend could. After I gave her an update on how things were going with my PPD, she suggested that maybe God was allowing it so that I could share my story with others. Maybe she’s right. After I shared my story about miscarrying Therese, I received so many messages from women that experienced something similar. Since sharing my story about my experience with PPD, several women have reached out to share their stories with me. Miscarriage and postpartum depression have been two of my biggest crosses so far, but I am ultimately grateful for them because they have been sources of great healing.
It makes me think about that scene in Genesis when Joseph forgives his brothers for intending great evil against him. He says, “you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good” (Genesis 50: 20). No matter what happens to us in this life, God can use it for good. So, whether or not I have a reoccurrence of my PPD symptoms, it is unlikely that this will be the last cross God asks me to carry. The good news is I don’t have to carry it alone. Even if He gives me more than I can handle, He will give me rest, and He will use it for good.
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest in your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)
Thank you for your continued prayers and support!
![Going to get help. "I think I might have postpartum depression."]()
by Catherine | Jan 17, 2014 | Faith, Family
In a previous post, I wrote about the night Philip asked me, “Honey, do you think you might have postpartum depression?”
I’d like to pick up with the day I went to get help.
I pulled up to Sancta Familia’s parking lot for my appointment. Sancta Familia is a Catholic Medical Apostolate dedicated to treating its patients as unique children of God from the moment of conception to natural death. As I wrote in my previous post, I chose to make my appointment with Sancta Familia because I knew that one of their nurse practitioners was trained in the Creighton Model (this meant that she would be very familiar with the hormonal irregularities that can occur during the postpartum phase). To learn more about Sancta Familia, please check out their website.
When I walked in the door, I knew I had chosen the right medical practice. A lobby separated two rooms. To my right was the medical practice. To my left was a chapel. After completing some paperwork, the sweet receptionist invited me to wait in the waiting room or the adjoining chapel. I opted for some quiet prayer time.
I knelt for a long time, praying for God to help me calm my nerves. I was anxious about the appointment, and I still wasn’t sure what my diagnosis or treatment options would be. I prayed that the Holy Spirit would give me the words to be humble and honest about what had been my everyday reality. I prayed that He would open my ears to hear the medical advice I sought. I prayed that I would be brave enough to do whatever it took to get better.
After awhile, I sat back to take in the chapel. Isn’t it beautiful? It was pretty amazing waiting for my appointment with God in the tabernacle. I loved having the images of the Holy Family to look at. When I looked at Mary, I asked her to intercede for me as a wife and mother. I asked her to help me follow her example in perfect obedience and trust. When I looked at Joseph holding the Christ Child, I pictured Philip at home, holding our babies. I prayed that Joseph would continue to watch over our family. In fact, I think this was the moment I decided he would make a great patron saint for our family in 2014. Joseph stayed by Mary’s side even though he got more than he “signed up for.” I prayed that Philip would find comfort and peace in Joseph’s example–that sometimes marriage gives us more than we sign up for, but God will reward us for our obedience and faithfulness. I knew that my depression had been difficult for Philip, and I prayed for God to bless him for his devotion to our family.
When I sat back, I noticed this card on the seat next to me. It’s a “Prayer to Jesus Christ, the Divine Physician.” I read and re-read the prayer until the receptionist tapped me on the shoulder to let me know that it was time for my appointment.
Deep breath…
After getting my height, weight, and vitals checked by a nurse, I waited for a few minutes in one of the exam rooms. The Divine Physician hung on the crucifix on the wall above the exam table. Yup, this was definitely the right place.
Moments later, my nurse practitioner, Teresa, walked in. She asked why I came in, and I said, “Well, my husband and I think I might have postpartum depression, but I’m not sure. I thought you could tell me what you think and we could go from there.”
Just like that night on the couch with Philip, Teresa went through a list of symptoms of PPD, asking me to say whether I had them with a “no” or “yes.” I said “yes” to almost every single one.
From there, Teresa let me know that she has been treating women with PPD for 14 years across the country. Through her training and time in practice, Teresa is very familiar with the way a woman’s hormones fluctuate before, during, and after her childbearing years. Teresa explained that a woman’s progesterone levels plummet from the moment she delivers the placenta. Until a woman’s cycle returns, women with PPD experience fewer symptoms when given progesterone therapy. (The Pope Paul VI website explains the use of progesterone therapy to treat postpartum depression here.) Progesterone therapy works very quickly (unlike antidepressants, which may take weeks to take effect), is relatively inexpensive, and works with a woman’s naturally occurring hormones. When a woman’s cycle returns and her progesterone levels come back to normal, she should experience fewer PPD symptoms and should wean from the progesterone.
Teresa prescribed a course of 5 progesterone shots every other day, and she gave me the first shot at my visit. I asked her how quickly I should expect a difference, and she said, “Within hours.” She said, “My favorite part of treating women with postpartum depression is calling them the next day and asking, ‘How are you feeling?’ because they almost always say, ‘Great!'”
Teresa reassured me that the depression wasn’t just something in my head. I left knowing that PPD is a treatable medical condition and that I would not feel bad forever. I left my appointment at noon, and I felt like myself again by 3 p.m. I had more energy, I wasn’t anxious, I didn’t have angry outbursts. I felt ready to tackle the rest of the day.
Philip and I were thrilled, and Philip called my prescription in to the pharmacy. Fortunately, being married to a doctor meant that he could give me the shots from home instead of going in to the clinic every other day. Unfortunately, the pharmacy filling my prescription couldn’t get the progesterone oil in for four days. This meant that I felt great for a few days, but I started
to have a reoccurrence of the symptoms.
When I finally got my second shot, I felt the same relief within hours. The progesterone comes in sesame oil, and it’s very thick, so the needle that dispenses it is pretty big. It needs to be injected in my rear end for the best results. It definitely doesn’t tickle, but it’s worth the discomfort for the results.
After that second shot at home, I continued to feel better, but I noticed that my symptoms would start returning by the time I was due for another shot. When I reported this to Teresa, she suggested supplementing the shots with oral micronized progesterone. This way, I would receive a slow, steady dose of the hormone in addition to the shots. Teresa suggested taking 1 progesterone pill a day and bumping it up to 2 if I still felt the symptoms.
I took 1 progesterone pill daily on top of the every-other-day shots. I had more good days than bad, but I still had bad days with angry outbursts, anxiety, exhaustion, etc., so I decided to start taking 2 progesterone pills daily. Since I started taking 2 progesterone pills daily on top of the every-other-day shots, I feel like I have a handle on things.
Unfortunately, breastfeeding was becoming one of my contributing stressors to the PPD. After a lot of prayer and anguish, I decided to start weaning Harry at nearly five months. Harry was used to taking bottles of breast milk, and he didn’t even seem to notice the difference between breast milk and formula. The morning after he had his first bottle of formula, my cycle returned! Cycling again means that my body is amping up to start producing healthy levels of progesterone on its own, and I need to start weaning myself off of the progesterone shots and pills. I am scared. I finally feel like I’m in a good place after battling PPD for a few months, and I’m nervous about what will happen when I start to go off of the progesterone. I am supposed to immediately discontinue the shots, continue on the pills for another week, and see what happens from there. I agree with the logic behind this decision, and I know it’s the right thing to do, but I don’t want to experience a relapse. I know I am in good hands, though. I know that the worst that can happen is a brief relapse, and I can resume my progesterone therapy.
In the meantime, I am going to schedule an appointment with a Catholic therapist, and Philip is going to come with me. We have some stressful times ahead with listing the house and moving. I want to make sure that I am equipped to emotionally handle these stressors when they arise. I’ve always struggled with managing my anger. I want to make sure that I am modeling appropriate emotional control around the kids, and I want to have that control for myself. It feels awful when you’re losing it–yelling, clapping your hands, clenching your jaw. I don’t want my children to learn those behaviors from me, and I don’t want to continue doing them. I want them to know that it’s okay to feel however they feel, that it’s good to talk about whatever they are feeling, and that there are good and bad ways to handle our feelings. In a lot of ways, I am grateful that God allowed me to suffer during this time so that I would pursue therapy–not only for my sake, but for the good of our whole family. I know my treatment from PPD will be much more successful with therapy in conjunction with my medication.
So, that’s where we are now. I am waiting and praying that the PPD symptoms won’t return as I wean off of the progesterone. I pray that therapy will be healing and helpful.
My amazing nurse practitioner, Teresa, agreed to do a Q&A interview about postpartum depression to publish on the blog. I will be sending her my questions soon, and I look forward to sharing her responses with you. I think it will be a great opportunity for women to learn more about progesterone therapy for PPD. I hope you’ll stop by to learn from her years of experience.
A dear friend said something that only a dear friend could. After I gave her an update on how things were going with my PPD, she suggested that maybe God was allowing it so that I could share my story with others. Maybe she’s right. After I shared my story about miscarrying Therese, I received so many messages from women that experienced something similar. Since sharing my story about my experience with PPD, several women have reached out to share their stories with me. Miscarriage and postpartum depression have been two of my biggest crosses so far, but I am ultimately grateful for them because they have been sources of great healing.
It makes me think about that scene in Genesis when Joseph forgives his brothers for intending great evil against him. He says, “you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good” (Genesis 50: 20). No matter what happens to us in this life, God can use it for good. So, whether or not I have a reoccurrence of my PPD symptoms, it is unlikely that this will be the last cross God asks me to carry. The good news is I don’t have to carry it alone. Even if He gives me more than I can handle, He will give me rest, and He will use it for good.
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest in your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)
Thank you for your continued prayers and support!
![Small Success Thursday #3]()
by Catherine | Jan 16, 2014 | Everything Else, Family
Here are a few of our “Small Successes” from this week:
I finally got around to making Jane and Walt’s tie blankets. We had bought the fleece on sale before Christmas, and then the chaos of the season delayed the project until this week. Jane has a Disney Princess blanket, and Walt’s is (what else?) Thomas. The kids love that they got to pick out the materials and can sleep with them at night.
Pseudo-homeschooling is still going well. I finished the “circle time” bulletin board calendar. (More on that another time) I love having the kids do “tray time.” I set them up with a project while I’m busy doing something that needs to get done around here. Here’s Walt coloring alphabet pages with dot markers.
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| You know he’s concentrating when he does that thing with his lips. His dad does it, too! |
Here’s Jane stringing cut up straws on a ribbon.
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| Excuse the post-nap bed head for both of them. |
Here’s Jane matching the lowercase letter to the uppercase letter with clothespins.
Tray time helps me to be successful at making our family dinner when Philip is working long hours. What is it about 4-6 p.m. that makes the little guys so unruly?
We had this fantastic stew for dinner last night.
It’s called Slow Cooker Stout and Chicken Stew. I’ve never cooked with a stout before. It kind of made me want to revisit high school chemistry because it was fun watching the stout caramelize on the stovetop…then, I remembered how much I despised lab write-ups. I get a ridiculous sense of accomplishment when dinner is ready to go before noon! Gotta love crockpots! I think I might need a bigger one for recipes like this, though…
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| It was a liiiiiiiiiiiiiittle snug |
Jane tried to evangelize the window guy. She was carrying around a cross that I received for teaching religious education a few years ago. The cross doesn’t have the Corpus (Jesus’ Body) on it. For little Catholic Jane, this is a strange thing. She said to the window guy, “LOOK! Jesus is MISSING! Do you think He escaped when the bad guys were sleeping?!” (Jane refers to the Roman soldiers as “the bad guys.”) The window guy loved it!
I decided to abandon housework yesterday afternoon while Jane and Walt napped. It was Harry’s idea! I was able to finish an entire book while snuggling him and sipping my coffee.
Crème Brulée creamer? Yes, please! How do you like my iPad cover? It was a Christmas gift from my boyfriend.
Jane and Walt got their haircuts the other night. Mr. Walt has never liked getting his haircut. He usually sits in Philip’s lap while Philip tries to restrain him and the stylist does her best to get the job done. To our surprise, Walt decided he was ready to sit by himself and happily allowed the stylist to do her thing without making a fuss. (Nevermind that Philip had an episode of Thomas on his phone playing the whole time… Baby steps!)
I *FINALLY* finished the magnetic schedule for the fridge. I’ll write a more thorough post about it another time. Walt helped me set it up while Jane was at preschool this morning.
When Jane came home, she said, “Now, I know everything about my schedule! This is AWESOME!”
Things got a little crowded on there, so I’m separating the day’s activities by the part of day (wake up-lunch, lunch-snack time after naps, snack time-bedtime). The kids LOVE being able to follow along with our day. I’m going to get some cute, colorful magnets that the kids can move themselves as we move from one activity to the next. I love that I’ll be able to remove it easily when we start having showings next month.
I had this brilliant idea this morning when I was working on the menu/grocery list, and I had to share it because it will be such a big help! (At least I thought it was brilliant!) We like to buy our chicken and beef in bulk. It’s great for our wallet, but it stinks when I forget to pull it out of the deep freeze in time to thaw for dinner. I *FINALLY* realized I could set a reminder for myself using my iPhone. When I was done making the menu, I asked the male Siri guy (whatever his name is) to “remind me to thaw 2 pounds of chicken breasts on Tuesday at 8 a.m.” and “remind me to thaw 1 pound of ground beef on Thursday at 8 a.m.” This is going to help so much!
I published my first post on my series about postpartum depression yesterday. What a response! I am so encouraged and uplifted by the outpouring of messages, e-mails, texts, and phone calls I have received. Thank you for your kind words, prayers, and continued support!
Your turn! What are your small successes from this week? Come on over to CatholicMom to share and join in the fun. If you’re using social media, use the hashtag #SmallSuccess.
![“Honey, do you think you might have post-partum depression?”]()
by Catherine | Jan 15, 2014 | Family, Marriage
It was a few days after my birthday (November 26th), and we were sitting on the couch at the end of an especially trying day. At least, I thought it was especially trying. Looking back, it was probably just an ordinary day. The way I was responding to each day was anything but ordinary, though. After watching me turn into a shell of myself for nearly a month, Philip finally had the courage to ask that night,
“Honey, do you think you might have post-partum depression?”
Instead of immediately jumping into defense mode or attacking him, I sat quietly. I probably sat silent for ten seconds before I said, “Honestly? I don’t know. You know more about it than I do. Pretend I’m a patient, and ask me the questions.”
“Okay, I’ll rattle off the symptoms, and you tell me ‘yes’ or ‘no.'”
“Okay.”
“Are you anxious?”
“Yes.”
“Tired?”
“Yes.”
“Have poor or increased appetite?”
“Yes.”
“Irritable?”
“Yes.”
“Is it easy to make you cry?”
“Yes.”
“Do you feel depressed?”
“Yes.”
“Honey, I think you have post-partum depression.”
I knew he was right. I was nursing Harry, and I started sobbing. I told Philip I thought he was right. We spent the next hour talking about what our next move would be. I said that going to just any doctor made me nervous. I’m not anti-medicine. Heck, I married a doctor! I just wanted to make sure I was going to see someone that would treat whatever underlying condition was going on rather than immediately place me on an anti-depressant.
Then, I had an idea. I remembered when we were learning about the Creighton Model at Pope Paul VI Institute during our engagement that they treated post-partum depression with hormone therapy. I knew I needed to have a yearly physical anyway, so I suggested that I could see someone at a local Catholic medical practice called Sancta Familia. I knew at least one of their nurse practitioners received her training through Pope Paul VI Institute and would first try working with my body to see if there was something happening with my hormones that was throwing me out of whack. Then, if the hormone therapy didn’t work, we could look into the possibility of a chemical imbalance and pursue antidepressant treatment. I just didn’t want antidepressants to be my first step in case it was something else. Using the Creighton Model in our marriage taught me what a significant impact our hormones place on our day-to-day living.
We talked about how life couldn’t continue as it had, but I still wasn’t sold that I had post-partum depression. Harry was 4 months old. I thought, “Doesn’t post-partum depression only happen during a short window after delivery? Maybe this is just straight-up depression.”
We talked more about how I was feeling and what my days were like. The other main reason I didn’t think it could be post-partum depression was that I wasn’t weepy. I assumed I had to be weepy, not wanting to have anything to do with my baby, and not wanting to get out of bed. That wasn’t me at all. If anything, I bonded with Harry much faster than I did with Jane and Walt. Since I didn’t nurse Jane or Walt more than a few weeks, breastfeeding helped to cement my bond with Harry quickly.
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| How could I be depressed? Look at that face! My life is so blessed! |
Instead of being weepy or wanting to stay in bed, my biggest symptom was extreme anger. Although I never feared that I would harm the kids or myself, I couldn’t believe how quickly I could go from 0-60. The tiniest things would set me off. I could be making lunch and hear Jane knock over a tower that Walt had built. I would lose it. I would clap my hands together, yell, and physically carry her to a timeout. I felt like I could punch a hole through the dry wall with all of the anger and frustration. I felt like I was watching myself raise the children. In those moments, I would hear myself yelling while I thought, “Why are you doing this? Why are you yelling at the children? You’re a monster!” I knew something was terribly wrong when Jane added to the end of our prayer before lunch, “God, please help Mommy not to be so angry. Amen.”
I wasn’t engaged with anything we were doing. It had to be more than new mom exhaustion. Even though it’s a wild job taking care of three kiddos three and under and being married to a pediatric resident, the day-to-day shouldn’t have been bringing me to where I was–the depths of despair. I woke up every morning and thought, “How am I going to do this? God, help me. Just help me to make it to the end of the day.” Harry is a fantastic sleeper, so lack of sleep couldn’t explain the extreme exhaustion I felt. I felt like I was drowning. I felt like no matter how much I did each day, it was never enough, and I never felt like what I did was good enough.
When it came to my relationship with Philip, I was sick of our routine of fighting at the end of each day. When Philip asked me if I thought I had post-partum depression, I realized why things had been so bad between us. I spent all of my energy trying to keep it all together for the kids during the day, and by the time he got home, I had nothing left to give. I interpreted every comment he made as a criticism. I nit-picked every helpful thing I saw him doing. When he asked me how my day was, I either responded with a laundry list of every thing that went wrong or a one word, “awful.” I resisted or brushed off his attempts to be affectionate. In turn, the combination of all of my behaviors made Philip cold and distant, always walking on eggshells to avoid a blowup. It became a vicious cycle, each of us mirroring the other’s behavior, continuing to fuel each other’s frustration.
Fortunately, Philip was brave enough to ask the tough question.
That night on the couch, I told Philip between sobs, “I hate who I am. I want to be me again. I’m sorry for being a bad wife. I’m sorry for being a bad mother. Let’s make the appointment tomorrow.”
Philip assured me that I was a great wife and mother and that he would do everything he could to help us get back to normal. After we hugged, I said, “I am so relieved. I didn’t want to admit that something was wrong because I was so afraid that this was just the new normal. I felt so guilty because our life is so blessed. We have a great marriage, this beautiful home, our beautiful children, our family, our health, but I still feel like none of it matters. Hearing you say that what’s been going on could be because of a medical condition is actually a relief. I am ready to get on with life and start enjoying it again.”
A few days later, I was pulling up to Sancta Familia to say, “I think I might have post-partum depression.”
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I’ll pick up next time with my appointment at Sancta Familila. I’ll talk about my treatment plan, the ups and downs, and what things are looking like lately. In the meantime, all of your prayers and support are greatly appreciated.
