When I was pregnant with my first two babies, I was still in denial of my bipolar disorder and therefore took no meds. I had severe postpartum depression with my first baby but not with my second baby. However, just a few months after my son was born, I had a psychotic break. I went back to my old pdoc. He talked my husband and me into getting my tubes tied. Well, soon after that conversation I found out I was pregnant with my third baby. All throughout that pregnancy I was a total mess. I was psychotic and knew no boundaries. I was afraid to tell my pdoc when I first found out because of our conversation and because I was sleeping less than 4 hours a night. I thought he would shun me but he didn't. He was, once again, persistent that I should get my tubes tied as I would just get worse and worse. He told me several times that I need to be realistic about the severity of my illness. I was sad because I always wanted 4 kids but my husband was in total agreement with my pdoc.

Anyway, back to your thread (sorry for high jacking it), I wasn't sure my pdoc was correct in the safety of the number of meds I was to be taking during my pregnancy. I wasn't sure if I should have been taking anything at all. I went to a pdoc who specialized in mood disorders in pregnancy. She took me off of the Klonapin but left me on the Lamictal and a lowered dosage of Abilify. She closely monitored me, seeing me weekly often. Both her and my previous pdoc insisted for my sake and the sake of the baby that I needed to be on medications.

I was so poorly unstable that she put me on Lithium during my 3rd trimester. It still didn't help. I remained psychotic and suicidal and sleeping only a couple hours a night. Once I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl my mood still did not improve. I was hospitalized when my baby was 7 weeks old and that was the beginning of my ridiculous cocktail of meds. Of course, I wasn't able to breast feed because of the meds and I was VERY bitter about it because I nursed both of my older babies for more than a year. I felt no one was responsible except me.