Thanks, all. I’m not breastfeeding, so my only concern about meds is how in the world I would pay for them. Ditto therapy, but add in the cost of babysitting for my kids and transportation for me. I’m a SAHM with no car.
After I had my first son, I went to a doctor who put me on Sera-Fem, but he never mentioned PPD. Looking back, I’m fairly sure I had it then, too, and never realized it. I don’t know if that’s a common med prescribed for it, but it sure seems a lot like the ones that are, nowdays. This time, I’m a bit more educated about such things, but not by much.
A bit of a rant here: I haven’t had my postpartum checkup yet, because I don’t have a phone and haven’t been able to call to schedule one. My SO has our cell phone, because it’s his business phone, and my OB office had repeatedly refused to let him call to schedule appointments for me (even though he’s the one who had to take me to those appointments, working around his schedule). As if HIPAA prevents one person making a freaking appointment for another? It’s not as if they’re disclosing my medical records to the person on the phone! Grrr.
So when I called yesterday to schedule an appointment, the woman with whom I spoke told me I should have called sooner. I explained that it wasn’t possible, but I have some issues that are fairly urgent. Too bad. One of those issues is that I received a notice, via mail, that one of the tests that was done when I had my baby was defective, so the pharmaceutical company has suggested that anyone who had this test between October, 2004 and January, 2005, have it re-done, because of a high rate of false negatives. This (possibly) faulty test could impact my future fertility, at the very least. The snippy woman at the OB’s office told me she didn’t know anything about that, and I’d have to schedule an appointment with one of the nurses to talk about it.
So I think when I do see one of the docs at the OB practice, I’ll mention to them how unhelpful and unsympathetic their office staff is. And I burst into tears on the phone with this office person, and she didn’t even notice. It seems that any little stress makes me cry, now. I hate it.