I wasn’t always a clean living crusader. But pregnancy has a way of turning on that just-tell-me-what-to-do-to-get-this-right-NOW switch. Five years ago, that switch was activated for me when a friend gave me Green Babies, Sage Moms when I was expecting my first baby. As I read that book, I realized that doctors aren’t taught to help
I have studied, taught, and published in the field of reproductive psychiatry. I’ve treated women in every stage of the reproductive cycle. And, I’m a working mom. So, I’m acutely interested in and aware of the many ways in which modern medicine is impacting, and sometimes hurting women and their children – more than helping them. In this category you’ll find a wide range of topics of interest to mothers, and mother’s to be.
I remember looking out of my living room window, drawing on my connection to all the women in the world who had felt this energy before, all that were in that moment, and all that would in time to come. This energy, this incredible power, was like a wave that I was riding for a
What goes wrong for the 10-15% of women who feel like hiding under the covers instead of gazing blissfully into their newborns peaceful face? Is it expectations unmet? Is it hormones? Is it the brain? Having spent several years treating these women, I believe that what we are calling postpartum depression and anxiety is in
When a woman has a history of severe and relapsing mental illness, but is stable on her current treatment, and is planning a pregnancy or is postpartum, what is the best course of action for her and her baby? In my conventional training, I spent (and continue to spend) countless hours analyzing the available registry,
It was early in my actualization as a feminist-minded, righteous post-adolescent that I began to think of birth control as a woman’s right (who was anyone to tell me that I couldn’t assault my hormones with synthetic imposters). It would be years before I would learn about the nuanced considerations of tacit permissiveness toward reckless
It was 3 a.m. and the fluorescence of the hospital bed “nightlight” was not very flattering to either of us. Shawna had delivered her first daughter 34 hours ago and I was called, as a consulting psychiatrist, to evaluate her safety for discharge. Some collection of entities had vested the power in me to determine