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We are pregnant with our 6th child. I love my children, and while pregnancy isn’t always a walk in the park, I really REALLY want to leave God completely in charge of how many children we have. My husband isn’t Catholic and while he ultimately has yeilded to my wishes in regard to the necessity of remaining open to life, it has always been a fight and a source of great division between us. He has wanted a vasectomy for years.
I tend to suffer from hormonal-related depression. Post partum depression, pregnancy related depression, and may just be the poster child for PMDD. When I’m not pregnant or post-partum, I’m a happy and healthy woman. But bouts of depression during this particular pregnancy have been HORRENDOUS. I’m talking, violent and suicidal urges so strong and frightening. I’m talking deep, deep psychological pain and fear. Fear for our lives. This is the real deal.
After a particularly HORRIBLE night, when my husband came home late, I gave him an inkling as to how bad it was, and how I was truly terrified that we may not survive another post-partum time after this and that maybe he was right and should go have a vasectomy. Not so that we wouldn’t have any more babies, but so that we wouldn’t have any more bouts of life-threatening (seriously!) PPD. I was in a terribly emotional and frightened state of mind when I told him this.
He said ok, but that we’d revisit the matter in a little while to make sure this is really what we want. But time had passed, and we never revisited the matter. I just found out last night that he has already scheduled the procedure for the upcoming week. I don’t know what to do or to say to him.
I’m gravely aware that another bout with PPD might cause me to take my life, a mortal sin that will leave my 6 children motherless. I’m gravely aware that if I go along with the vasectomy, that itself is a mortal sin, and I desire so much that both myself and my husband go to heaven. (My husband doesn’t understand any of that.) I know that if I yank my husband around and tell him I want to change our mind again, there will be serious and lasting consequences for our marriage and family.
I can’t believe how tangled everything has gotten so quickly and am feeling so desperate and weak. Please help me, I don’t know what to do. And please pray for me! And for my husband!
Please!
I tend to suffer from hormonal-related depression. Post partum depression, pregnancy related depression, and may just be the poster child for PMDD. When I’m not pregnant or post-partum, I’m a happy and healthy woman. But bouts of depression during this particular pregnancy have been HORRENDOUS. I’m talking, violent and suicidal urges so strong and frightening. I’m talking deep, deep psychological pain and fear. Fear for our lives. This is the real deal.
After a particularly HORRIBLE night, when my husband came home late, I gave him an inkling as to how bad it was, and how I was truly terrified that we may not survive another post-partum time after this and that maybe he was right and should go have a vasectomy. Not so that we wouldn’t have any more babies, but so that we wouldn’t have any more bouts of life-threatening (seriously!) PPD. I was in a terribly emotional and frightened state of mind when I told him this.
He said ok, but that we’d revisit the matter in a little while to make sure this is really what we want. But time had passed, and we never revisited the matter. I just found out last night that he has already scheduled the procedure for the upcoming week. I don’t know what to do or to say to him.
I’m gravely aware that another bout with PPD might cause me to take my life, a mortal sin that will leave my 6 children motherless. I’m gravely aware that if I go along with the vasectomy, that itself is a mortal sin, and I desire so much that both myself and my husband go to heaven. (My husband doesn’t understand any of that.) I know that if I yank my husband around and tell him I want to change our mind again, there will be serious and lasting consequences for our marriage and family.
I can’t believe how tangled everything has gotten so quickly and am feeling so desperate and weak. Please help me, I don’t know what to do. And please pray for me! And for my husband!
Please!