Nearly two years to the day after my overdue diagnosis of postpartum depression and anxiety, I found myself pregnant and still on an SSRI antidepressant. We had been trying; I had done my research, consulted my OB and my Pediatrician for their thoughts on wether or not I should taper off of my medication prior to becoming pregnant again. They both agreed that the risk was outweighed by the reward-a healthy me was the best way to guarantee a healthy baby in the long term. When I specifically asked my pediatrician about the increased risk in heart and lung defects, she stated that we could handle it on the back end, IF it needed to be handled.
Fast forward three weeks. To our complete surprise, we discovered we were expecting not one baby, but two. Fast forward a few more weeks, a lot of tears, panic, a couple of therapy sessions, and dozens of honest conversations with my husband, doctors, and some other Warrior Moms later, and I had decided that the best thing for me and my babies was to remain on my Celexa until the third trimester of the pregnancy.
SSRI antidepressants do cross the placental barrier during pregnancy. This means that the fetus will be exposed to the medication while in utero. My doctor suggested that I wean off of the medication during the third trimester because some babies exhibit “‘withdrawal’ symptoms such as breathing problems, jitteriness, irritability, trouble feeding, or hypoglycemia (Psych Central, 2006).” However, she stressed that many of these symptoms, specifically irritability and trouble feeding, are normal for newborns and would likely be hard to discriminate from the normal behavior of newborn twins.
None of the people I involved in this decision took the discussion lightly. After all, this was a deeply personal decision based on several factors. One, I was a full time working mom of an active little boy who was quickly morphing into a threenager. My patience was already wearing thin due to the physical demands of a twin pregnancy, and battling the will of a small tyrant is much harder when you aren’t sleeping, can barely keep your lunch down, and can’t take any medication for anything that ails you. Two, there was an unmeasurable amount of stress that would soon be wreaking havoc on my body and my mind. Three, I was, as my OB kindly joked, the “poster child for relapse” due to all of these factors and an increased risk of having a repeat experience.
Had I not chosen to remain on my medication, I was at risk for major depressive episodes, which could lead to improper nutrition needed to keep the babies healthy, maintain the pregnancy to a date of viability, and the lack of ability to do my job or be a functioning mom to my son.
At the start of the third trimester, I weaned off of the Celexa. My irritability increased, I slept even less than I already was, and I had little to no patience or energy for my son and husband. The medication that had helped regulate my roller coaster moods and anxieties was no longer there to do its job, which was only exacerbated by lack of sleep, cramping, ligament pain, shortness of breath, and all of the other fun symptoms that come along with a multiple pregnancy. The physical stress weighed heavily on my mental state. I am normally a very independent person-not being able to carry loads of clothes to our upstairs laundry room, clean the house, or carry my son nearly broke me. Getting out of the house to see friends and family was daunting, and I only left my desk at work to waddle to the bathroom.
We all trudged through it until two weeks before my scheduled c-section, when my doctor suggested starting the medication again to make sure it would be effective by the time the baby blues would subside and real PPD may kick in. I was so down at that point, I knew it was the best thing for all of us.
The girls’ birth was somewhat traumatic. They were both born healthy and needed no NICU time, and we were successfully able to establish a breastfeeding relationship that had been my lifeline to normalcy during my PPD/A with my son. I, however, did not fare so well. My body was worn from 37 weeks of growing 12 lbs of baby in my 5’3 body. Had I not been on the medication and had the tools of therapy in my back pocket, I might not have been able to handle my experience with as much grace as one can muster during a five day hospital stay brought on by a series of complications related to twin delivery. I’m still working through my emotions and feelings on everything that happened to me, but for now my hands and heart are full enough to make that experience worth it.
Five and a half months later, my girls are healthy, happy, and meeting their milestones. I have good days and bad days, but the good outweigh the bad by light years. I feel so much more like myself than I ever did in the six months between the birth of my son and my diagnosis. I passed my postpartum screenings by my OB, Pediatrician, and Therapist. I am completely at peace with my decision, as difficult as it was.
The risk was definitely worth the reward.