Like so many other bipolar women, Angeline Schwan was told she could never fall pregnant. But she did – twice. Here she shares all she's learned.
You brought home the pharmacy-bought test and did what needed to be done on that little plastic stick. You wait and, almost as if by magic, two blue lines magically appear. You know, without any hesitation or compunction, that nothing will ever be the same in your life ever again. Ever, ever again.
Sophia Loren said it best when she said that a woman is never really alone with her own thoughts because she is always thinking – once for herself and again for her children. Once the realization of pregnancy and the long nine months that lie ahead finally sink in most woman are filled with elation, pride, anticipation, surprise and a bit of fear. And she cannot wait to allow everyone who is willing (or even unwilling) to celebrate in her good fortune.
Fifty-one million people around the world suffer from some form of bipolar disorder. Of these statistics women seem to be two-thirds more likely to suffer from depression and mania associated with the illness.
So the thought of bringing a little bundle into the world is one of so fearsome that many opt out without even doing the necessary research. These are women who’s thoughts are plagued by the horror of what bipolar disorder can be like.
I was diagnosed with Bipolar II sometime after my mother passed away about 20 years ago. With rigorous treatment and strict use of the cocktails of the medications I was in a good frame of mind – most of the time. Even science is not perfect and there were many times when I lapsed into deep pits of depression and had my mind filled with suicidal thoughts, but you always manage to creep back – slowly - for your friends and loved ones.
The year I turned 33, my boyfriend and I discovered that I was pregnant despite my being on the pill for many years. I immediately called my gynae who had no idea how to treat a patient with bipolar. My medical advice came from my psychiatrist who suggested that I not stop taking any of my medications during the first trimester, but to scale down on the mood stabilizers which prevent the hypomania.
During this pregnancy, I stayed on all my medications. What was very challenging was to differentiate between what I considered depression and a manic episode with one that was purely pregnancy-hormone driven. My psychiatrist was there to guide me through the whole nine month period and I’m proud to say that my beautiful son, Anthony Sean, was born in 2007. There were no birth defects whatsoever.
An article published on CNN.com states that as recently as ten years ago, doctors were still advising woman with bipolar not to have children. The medications were considered dangerous to the fetus as many of the drugs could cause birth defects.
There was also the chance that should a pregnant woman suffering from bipolar decide to stop taking her medications during her pregnancy, she could relapse into a manic or depressive state postpartum with a rate believed to be as high as between 50 and 70 percent.
The report further professes doom by stating that woman with bipolar are 100 times more likely that other woman to experience “baby blues” called postpartum psychosis – a severe mood disorder that, at its worst, can result in infanticide.
However, experts are good at spewing out negative facts – in all my internet and journal searches I never came across any reports, inserts or articles about how some woman with bipolar, who stopped taking their medication during their entire pregnancy felt like a million bucks! I was one of those lucky ones – but there is a warning at the end of this tale that should be carefully heeded.
My husband and I fell pregnant in June last year and because of the strong concoction of drugs I was on, both my gynae (who had finally come to the party with some knowledge about pregnant woman with bipolar) and my psychiatrist decided that for the first trimester I should stop my medication all together and see how I felt If I couldn’t cope they would suggest some other course of treatment.
I’ll admit that it was touch and go at first with my husband bearing the brunt of most of my mood swings, but we attributed these to the levels of HGC in my system. The second trimester began and I mentioned to my husband that I actually feel better emotionally and psychologically that I had in years and that I was not going back on my medication.
Needless to say he was wary as he had seen the best and the worst side to my bipolar. He also became my sounding board when I felt a little down and told me that if he saw the signs of mania or depression surfacing at any time, I would have to promise to go back on my meds. I pinky-promised.
I still remember having a conversation with my aunt in her pool in the heat of December last year and at the prime of my pregnancy physique that I had never experienced such joy – pure and unadulterated - without the use of chemicals.
I also started throwing the idea around that maybe the HGC hormones in a pregnant women’s body balances out the chemical imbalance in the brain that causes bipolar disorder. I have yet to find any written evidence to support my theory, except that I lived through it.
My second son was born late in February – Jonathan Michael – and he is my tiny tot. There were also no birth defects from more than 20 years of chemicals in my system used to make my behaviour “normal” and “acceptable”.
There was once major hitch – and this is the one that I mentioned you pay great attention to – whether it’s the pregnancy hormones that release endorphins and dopamine into your brain for the nine months while a little life is growing inside you – you will fall HARD if you don’t start your medications after the birth.
The blues are bad enough without you sitting in a hole waiting to die while your little baby needs you. This was my fault – as is the fault of many who suffer from this illness – once you feel better you stop taking the medication. It just doesn’t work like that. It’s a lifelong process that can be managed and lived with.
My baby blues hit me like a loaded runaway steam train – I was in tears all the time, I literally hated my baby and even at one really low point thought of harming him. This thought broke my heart and I realized that I was so far gone that I had to do something quickly. I was not coping without my medication.And I was too proud to ask for help – from my husband, my mom, my friends and other family members.
I believed that as a mother I had to cope without chemicals, come what may. That’s bull! If you have bipolar, you need all the help you can get, especially during the postpartum time. My gorgeous husband picked up the phone one day and called my doctor who immediately got me treated. It was like a breath of fresh air had filled my lungs.
Today, I religiously stick to my regimen of medication, but still experience some mood swings (don’t we all) and some episodes of mania and depression. I’ve just learned how to manage it better. Also I have two cherubic boys who need their Mommy, and I will never let them down again.