Nature gives us nine months to prep for what will be the hardest job a women can ever have, motherhood.
The other night after dinner my daughter and I sat down and looked over some pictures of my pregnancy. I had such different experiences with both of my pregnancies, I am glad I have some documentation of my struggles. My first pregnancy was so quite and dare I say it easy. No morning sickness, no headaches and some cravings but nothing to crazy. I worked all the way through my ninth month. I talked to my baby and longed for the baby to have a little hiccup. The pokes and prowls where gentle and even though my back ached, I was comfortable. I yearned the opportunity to hold my sweetie and comforted myself by reading and prepping the nursery.
Many moms complaint of exhaustion but I went through my nesting stage early. I remember being 6 months pregnant and painting murals all over the baby’s room. I did scrap books and decorated every inch of the room. My body felt steady and ready.
Fast forward 7 years, yup not a typo, my last pregnancy was far more challenging. First off I was told I was high risk because I was now 35. Then I was told that I would not be able to have a Vbac (Vaginal birth after Cesarean section). I ached and ached for months. I was sensitive to noise, smells and even temperature. Mid December I had to sleep with a fan. Oh and I developed gestational diabetes. As a result of that diagnosis I was prowled, poked and scanned regularly. I had to see a nutritionist and inject insulin three times a day. I am not sure what hurt more the needle or being told I was high risk because of my age.
To add insult to injury at the delivery the doctor found and repaired a hernia. The extra medical procedure kept me in bed far longer then I wanted to be. I barely had time to decorate the baby’s area and now I had my daughter to attend to as well. The scrap book and pictures would have to wait. I was in constant pain. I wondered why I had put myself through a pregnancy after 7 years. I then looked down at the bundle of joy in my arms and all selfish thoughts faded to lullabies and good nights.
Even with all that, I am truly blessed to have been given the opportunity to be called mommy once again. My son and daughter are truly my most priced treasures. The most challenging times for me where asking for help. I am independent and stubborn to a fault. I know realize that I should have taken more help and not played super mom. I will have the rest of my life to ponder the choices that I make as a mother. I can only hope that I am on the right path. Every pregnancy is different but one thing remains the same. Take all the help that is offered.