After my wordless Wednesday last week I had a couple of comments asking how I made all that with a new baby! Well I have a confession to make. My baby goes to bed at 6 every evening with very little fuss and stays there quite happily. He is fed at 10pm and around 2am by me and then at 6am by his Dad. He ‘gets up’ at somewhere between 7am and 7.30am. I was afraid to write that just on case I jinx it, but I had to own up sometime. So this means after dinner and our nightly episode of Veronica Mars I have a couple hours of sewing time just for me. I also cut fabric during the day when the baby naps.
I went out to lunch yesterday with the girls from work and when I said that Piran was a good baby one of them remarked “Well, you had a difficult pregnancy, so you deserve it”.
It is funny, if someone had asked whether I thought I had a difficult pregnancy I would have said no. I remember going to see my homeopath around week 20 and going through the list of aches and pains and problems that I had been having and her telling me off for not contacting her sooner and getting something to help me feel better. I just thought that all of this stuff was part of being pregnant and you just needed to ‘grin and bear it’.
I had an eptopic pregnancy scare to start it all off. I had evening queasyness which never came to sickness but made every evening horrible. When that disappeared at around 4 months I then had constant indigestion and heartburn for the next 5 months. The tiredness, so unlike anything you have ever felt before. I had really bad backache for months. I was constipated for 9 months (too much information? Sorry!) I had a killer attack of the flu which made me realise just how much I love Night Nurse. You don’t know how much you will miss something until it is banned! I had horrific migrane style headaches for a month at the end of the first trimester. My hidradenitis flared a few times and made moving and sitting and resting so hard. I had three bladder infections. My hands were so swollen I couldn’t move them in the morning and I cried with the pain (and wore my rings on a necklace for months). My feel were so swollen I couldn’t stand for more than 30 minutes at a time. The stretchmarks appeared practically the moment that I found out I was pregnant! I had killer toothache and lost part of a tooth and had to just put up with it. I had a week where I was so depressed I couldn’t function, think or do anything opther than watch tv. I cried for that whole week, and quite a bit at other times too. I think there was about two weeks through the whole pregnancy that I was energised and ‘glowing’. Being two weeks overdue and being induced, which was just horrific.
But do you know what? If someone had asked me this morning if I liked being pregnant I would have said yes. All that stuff above…I just had to read back through my blog to remember it. Most of that I had honestly forgotten about.
All I remember about being pregnant was chatting to my bump all the time. Having a bath every evening and just having that special time with Squigler. Hours spent watching my belly move. Getting my feet rubbed every night by Mr C. Having an excuse to go to bed at 9 every evening and cuddle with my husband. Hundreds of naps. Feeling so proud of my body, my bump, my new shape.
So yes, it could probably be said that I had a difficult pregnancy, and that there were a lot of lows, but I would have no reservations about doing it again. Not just yet though!
This post was written as a contribution to A Mother’s Secrets a place where mothers swear to tell the truth and only the truth.