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____________ Resources Depression is difficult enough, but for pregnant women, it can present additional problems. Most antidepressant medications are classified to be FDA pregnancy category C or D. Category C means that animal studies have shown an adverse effect and there are no adequate and well-controlled studies in pregnant women or that animal studies have been conducted and there are no adequate and well-controlled studies in pregnant women. Category D means that studies, adequate well-controlled or observational, in pregnant women have demonstrated a risk to the fetus. However, the benefits of therapy may outweigh the potential risk. Neither of these are attractive to pregnant women; they're very worrisome. Things are no less worrisome and confusing after the baby is born. Nobody can really say whether it's safe for the baby to breast feed while the mother is taking antidepressants. Most antidepressants are labeled as "safety unknown" or "pro...
This past weekend, the New York Times published an article
by Pamela Paul called “ With Child, With Cancer .” I had to set it aside for several days before
I could bring myself to read it. When I finally did, I was very moved, equally
surprised and left with many unanswered questions.
I did not enjoy being pregnant. I was plagued with constant, low level
nausea, heartburn and crushing fatigue for the duration of my pregnancies. I
was also affected by what I later learned was ante-natal depression (this
lifted almost immediately upon giving birth. My spouse swears that my first
post-partum words were, “I’m so happy not to be pregnant anymore!” He exaggerates only slightly). I also found
myself to be in a constant fog (not unlike the effects of chemotherapy) and
that coherent thought was often just beyond my reach.
During those periods, deciding what to eat for breakfast was
a challenge. I cannot imagine having to deal with the...
Life is all about choices. Some choices are ours to make and others are made for us...
When I was a child I loved my Barbie doll. She was beautiful with long blonde hair, a perfect body and lovely face. My best friend owned a Ken doll (Barbie’s boyfriend). We would often pretend they got married, had children and lived a Utopian life. Barbie had different outfits for every occasion – from dinner parties and sporting events to exotic vacations and PTA meetings. The toy company must have loved (and profited from) little girls like me who insisted on purchasing each outfit sold separately. Barbie and Ken lived happily ever after in Utopiatown where nothing bad ever happened. I spent hours dreaming of how my life would be like theirs.
As I got older my life seemed to mirror this Utopian lifestyle. I graduated from college with honors, was immediately hired for my dream job in publishing, and fell in love with a man ...
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