I made this cake nearly two months ago. At that time, I was barely admitting to myself that I had a problem. After Margot was born, things were hard, but they didn’t feel any harder than I thought they should be. Newborns are newborns. They take a lot out of you. But they mostly sleep and eat and that’s manageable. Mila went through some challenges of her own, but she pretty much took having a new little sister in stride. Yes, I was tired, but I was (mostly) happy.
Except then suddenly I wasn’t. It took about three months for things to start falling apart, and another month or so for me to recognize just how bad it was. I had little interest in things I used to love, including my kids and my husband. I complained all the time. I felt claustrophobic if I held the girls too long or if Mila touched me at all while I was feeding Margot. I had little control over my temper and would get irrationally angry at things. I yelled a lot. That was how I knew I had a problem; I never used to yell.
I had joked about late-onset postpartum depression and how maybe that was why I was such a grump all of a sudden, but one afternoon I knew it wasn’t a joke anymore. After feeding her, I put Margot down on the floor and she immediately began crying, so I started yelling at her, which of course only scared her and made her cry harder. Mila started yelling for us to be quiet, so I yelled at her, and she started crying too. Suddenly it dawned on me that I wanted to smack my two-year-old upside the head and throw the baby across the room and run away screaming…because they wanted me to be happy and snuggle with them. I was horrified at myself.
I locked myself in the bathroom and just stared at my haggard face in the mirror. Mila was crying outside the bathroom door, “Knock knock! Come in, Mama! Don’t be grumpy!” and all I could do was pray that I would calm down enough to take care of my little family. I was heartbroken that I was failing them so badly but I couldn’t even cry about it.
Fortunately, God answers prayers. It only took a minute or two for me to regain control of myself. The girls were fine, but I knew something needed to change.
When I explained my situation and all of my symptoms, my doctor gave me a few options. For now, we’re addressing my hormone imbalance in the hopes that it will help regulate my mood. So far my prescription seems to be helping. I actually want to play with my kids and spend time with my husband and take care of everything I’ve been neglecting. I still visit crazy town more often than I would like, but I’m much happier than I was.
I brought my fancy-pants camera to photograph this cake, but the battery was dead. Rather than leave it undocumented, I snapped some shots with my iPhone. They’re not as pretty as I’d have liked, but they’ll do.
I also knew this cake was going to topple off the cake plate. It kept sliding around when I moved it and it was awfully heavy…it was only a matter of time. When it landed upside down on my mother-in-law’s tablecloth, I laughed. We salvaged what we could and ate it anyway. It was delicious.
I guess what I’m saying is that I knew I was falling, that I was missing something, that it was only a matter of time before I needed someone to help me get it together. I am the cake. Or the camera. Or me. I don’t even know…this metaphor is weird and doesn’t really work. But if I was that splatted cake, I’ve since been scooped up into some semblance of my former self. It’s going to take a while–and possibly more medication and/or lifestyle changes–for me to feel normal again.
I’m working on it.
Vanilla Vanilla Cake
Vanilla Cake:
adapted very slightly from love & olive oil
3 3/4 cups cake flour
2 1/2 cups sugar
1 tablespoon plus 2 3/4 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 1/4 cups plus 1/3 cup buttermilk
5 whole eggs
2 egg yolks (save the whites for the meringue)
1 tablespoon vanilla bean paste
Preheat the oven to 325°F. Butter three 9-inch round cake pans. Line the bottom of each pan with a round of parchment or waxed paper and butter the paper.
Combine the cake flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt in a large bowl. Whisk together. Add the butter and 1 1/4 cup of the buttermilk. With a hand mixer on low speed, blend briefly; then raise the speed to medium and beat until light and fluffy, 2 to 3 minutes.
In a smaller bowl, whisk together the whole eggs, egg yolks, vanilla, and the remaining 1/3 cup buttermilk until well blended. Pour one-third of the egg mixture into the cake batter at a time, folding it in completely after each addition. There will be 9 cups of batter; our 3 cups batter into each pan.
Bake for 26 to 28 minutes, or until a cake tester or wooden toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Turn the layers out onto wire racks by placing a rack on top of a pan, inverting it, and lifting off the pan. Peel off the paper liners and let cool completely.
Super Vanilla Buttercream Frosting
adapted very slightly from Vintage Cakes by Julie Richardson
6 egg whites
1 1/4 cups sugar
1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
2 cups (4 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature, cut into small cubes
1 1/2 tablespoons vanilla bean paste
1 vanilla bean (split lengthwise and scrape out the insides)
1/8 teaspoon salt
In the clean bowl of a hand mixer, whisk together egg whites, sugar, and cream of tartar by hand. Place bowl over a saucepan of simmering water and continue to whisk until the mixture reaches approximately 130 degrees F on a candy thermometer. (It will be very gloppy to start but will become more fluid as it heats up.)
Move the bowl to the stand mixer and, using the whisk attachment, whip the mixture on medium-high for 3-4 minutes until it is thick and glossy and holds stiff peaks (like meringue). Turn the mixer down to medium-low
for another minute or two until the bowl is just cool to the touch. Kick the mixer back up to medium-high and add the butter one piece at a time. Stop and scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed. At some point, it will start to look curdled. THIS IS NORMAL. Keep mixing. Once all the butter has been added and the frosting is smooth and creamy,
blend in the vanilla and salt.
Frost cooled cake and serve. Try not to flip it over on accident, but if you do, it’ll still be delicious. I know because I ate almost half of the thing by myself after it had been scooped back up.
Ali Mills says
I TOTALLY get that some days you just wanna throw in the towel (or the children). As you know, when Rory doesn't sleep, I get so mad so fast (something I'm working on) so I just have to put her (or myself) in a different room to calm myself down. It takes so much with just my ONE kid, I can't even imagine having more than one (someday I WILL have another but still). You are such a strong person and I admire you to the utmost! Thank you for being so vulnerable! Helps me feel just a little more human 😉
Jen says
Thanks Ali. Being a mom is hard, isn't it? But that makes having good friends to support you so much better!
Anna says
Tonight during my Chinese lesson, my teacher (who is via video in China) and I were talking about women's responsibilities. She taught me a word: 伺候 which means "to wait upon" or "take care of" in the sense of a child taking care of their elderly parent. Then she asked me, "Who takes care of you?" I was kind of taken aback. In China, women who have small children often share the burden of taking care of them with their mothers in law or another older auntie or grandma. They live with them. They do their laundry and cook for them. In America, it is not so. Mothers of young kids seem to become isolated and have so much responsibility. Being a mom of little ones is SO INCREDIBLY HARD!!!!! I read your post and wanted to cry because I have had so many experiences like yours – back in April, I was having panic attacks. I was going out of my way to avoid social situations, I was worrying about everything, and I was so. very. angry. all the time. When I started doing the thing I detest the most – physically reacting to James, it really hit me that I had a problem. I was turning into a monster. I had a long talk with my doc and we decided to start me on some medication and exercise. It is now 6 months later and I feel like a different person – no, not a different person, just the very best version of myself. I am enjoying my hobbies and developing my talents. I am more patient with my kiddos, and G and I are more in love than we've ever been. I am so much more calm and less scared of everything going on around me. Having Sasha and getting my new job all seemed like horrible ideas, but we prayed about it and I knew they were both the right things to do, and I had this peace that it would all be for the best. It's funny how both those things, in the beginning, brought about setbacks and trials, but have both led to me growing into a better and happier person. It's like the quote about the arrow – you can only shoot forward by being pulled back first.
Anyway, I don't want to write a whole lecture here, but I just want you to know I love you so much and I hope things continue to get better. I'm sure they will. Go team Jen!
Jen says
Our culture really needs to make some changes to provide better support for families and parents. It's good to know I'm not the only one who has worked through this stuff, and that you're on my team. Thanks!
Th. says
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Personal failing: harder to empathize when thinking about cake.
Jen says
Personal failing: easier to talk about real stuff when interspersed with distracting pictures of food. We all have our thing.
Camille Millecam Whiting says
BEST. METAPHOR. ATTEMPT.EVER!
I'm so glad you're such an honest and real person. I'm so glad we're friends. I'm so glad you make cake. I'm so glad I have insulin medication that lets me eat a little cake every now and then. I'm so glad I'm good at subtle hints.
Jen says
Thanks and likewise and all that mushy stuffs. CAKE AND UNCOMFORTABLE HONESTY FOR EVERYONE.