June 19, 2012

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The day started out like many during those first few weeks after Bryce was born.  I got up early, fed him, did a little tummy time on the floor in his room, and watched some Bravo while he napped. I was officially on summer vacation from my teaching job at that time, and was also getting ready to start a PhD program in August, so I was really enjoying the quiet before I went back to work and school.

The day before I had seen my OB-GYN about some twinges of apprehension I had been noticing throughout the day.  At certain moments I would get a sense of impending doom in my stomach, kind of like the butterflies someone feels right before the big drop on a roller coaster ride. I also had what I would in the future refer to as “fuzzy moments” when I would be unfocused and feel a little discombobulated. I decided that it would be good to call someone about it, and had made an appointment with my gynecologist.  Why wait, I thought, surely they would just tell me it was motherhood and hormones adjusting. Things had been so good since Bryce was born 3 weeks ago, I knew I was OK.

amanda cadran with her son bryce peacefully sleepingAt the doctor’s office, I waited, remembering all of the visits I had when I was pregnant, and before, when I was trying to get pregnant and not having success.  The ultrasounds, when we saw him for the first time at 8 weeks, and then weekly when my fibroids got so big they started contractions.  Even through that pain, I was always so excited to see Bryce on the big screen, and get reassurance that I was OK. I was hoping for reassurance that day, but of a different kind.

I ended up seeing the same doctor for that appointment who had called personally to congratulate me when I found out I was pregnant.  Dr. O’Connor was feisty, a mother of four, and told it straight. I loved her. She listened to my very vague explanation of why I didn’t feel quite right, and gave me a prescription for Zoloft, along with contact information for the local postpartum support group and a recommendation to call a therapist if needed.  I was a little surprised because I hadn’t considered any of my sporadic “flashes” of trepidation to be anything more than my body re-aligning internally.  Still, I listened. I trusted these doctors, so I took the prescription, filled it, and made an appointment for the next day with Pamela, a local therapist I had seen a few times.  I never really intended to use the Zoloft, but I wasn’t against it, either.  Today was the big day – my first car trip with Bryce of over a mile or two.

There is a sweet picture from the early afternoon of the 19th, of Bryce in his car seat. I was triumphant because I had managed to get him and myself to North Raleigh to see Pamela all by myself.  The picture is the last time I remember before everything changed. It defines the line between who I was, and who I would become a few short hours later, when nothing was the same.  

amanda cadran's son bryce sleeping in his car seatPamela is a kind, patient person who has had her own share of personal challenges. She knew me well enough, I thought, to provide help and I really enjoyed talking to her that day while I fed Bryce.  At the end of our time together, she suggested that I try the Zoloft, at a smaller dosage, to “take the edge off” what may be baby blues, and help regulate how I was feeling. I had never taken anti-depressants before, but knew I could cut the pill in half, so I decided that when I got home, I would start.  

No one other than Chris and my mother knew about any of these appointments because I honestly hadn’t thought that anything was wrong.  I was happy when I got home. It was a great day, and I felt like I was doing everything I could to prevent future issues with postpartum depression. True to my nature, I was taking care of things.  I was being proactive, and isn’t that what everyone is supposed to do with their health?

After dinner, and a great phone conversation with my friend Ellen from college, I cut one of the Zoloft pills in half and took it.  I went about my evening as normal, until 8 p.m.


Chapter 2 (excerpt): A Line in the Sand

3 thoughts on “Chapter 2 (excerpt): A Line in the Sand

  • September 22, 2016 at 1:20 am

    I’m hooked. I can’t wait for the next installment. Your writing is engaging and compelling. I hope that since you’re calling these excerpts, you are writing a book!

  • September 22, 2016 at 1:21 pm

    This is great. I am looking forward to reading more. Much love to the Cadrans.

  • September 25, 2016 at 3:21 pm

    I can’t wait to read more! Keep them coming. I’m hooked!


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