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Congratulations On Your Pregnancy.

Being pregnant is a beautiful thing. A miracle. You have created life and it’s growing within you. You hear the baby’s heartbeat during your O.B. appointments, you meet your baby for the first time during the ultrasound, and you start to feel the baby move. You can also feel him shoving his left foot into your rib cage, pressing up against your bladder, and causing your legs at feet to swell.

Maybe you can sleep; or maybe you have so much heartburn that a bottle of Tums wouldn’t touch.

The best part of being pregnant? Eating whatever you want. Unless you have gestational diabetes, and you have to start watching your carb and sugar intake.

Make sure to rub cocoa butter on your arms, thighs, and belly to keep those stretch marks to a minimum.

I don’t think it helped me one bit.

Among many other stress inducing issues of being pregnant; like weight gain, feeling like a cow, and stretch marks, there’s also the anxiety the mother feels for the health of her unborn child.

All of the possibilities of risk and health concerns that you read about, and the doctors recommend that you be tested for. The anxiety when you don’t feel your baby move every couple of hours. All of the possibilities going through your mind.

Then there’s the labor. The beautiful moment when you’ll get to meet the baby you’ve been working so hard to prepare for. If the labor goes well, maybe you’ll only go through a couple hours of the most intense pain you’ll ever feel, contractions.

You could be in labor for only a few hours, or it could be a lot longer. Sometimes things don’t go as planned and interventions need to be taken; possibly an immediate c-section is performed. For every mother’s sake, I pray the delivery goes well. Regardless, you’re going to have difficulty getting around for about 5-7 days, either from having a vaginal birth or from a c-section, you’re going to be painful. No biggie.

Then you meet your beautiful baby. Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter. You just want to love that little miracle like you’ve never loved before. You make sure your baby has all the fingers and toes that their supposed to. Don’t worry, the egg head from the vaginal birth will improve.

You are now a mother. In just a matter of moments; when that child comes out of your body, you become the most important person in that little human’s life. You’re now responsible for keeping that little, tiny, helpless baby alive.

You would do anything for that baby.

Like; breast feed until your nipples are raw and bleeding. Stress out because nursing isn’t going so well. Get up every 2-4 hours to continue to nurse, pump, or bottle feed. It doesn’t matter how you feed your baby, you still get no sleep. The sleep you do get may be restless, always on alert for what your newborn is doing or needing.

You get mad at your partner because they sleep through the midnight crying, feedings, and diaper changes. Never offering to help.

When they do help, you’re so overbearing that it makes them not want to help. You just want to make sure the child you protected in your belly for 9 months is taken care of properly, so you get a little crazy about what people do to your baby.

People (family, friends, strangers) start to judge you for things they shouldn’t, but they will any way. They give advice and expect you to use it. They make comments that are just loud enough for you to hear. You see the glares, from the people in the stores, and can feel them in your bones.

You’re not sure what to do, babies don’t come with instruction manuals. You start to question what you’ve done already. You become concerned about what you’re going to do in the future. Typically you always feel like you’re failing in one way or the other.

You start to cry.

Hopefully postpartum depression doesn’t affect you. If you think that it is, please click here or contact your O.B. or primary care physician. Know that you are not alone and that postpartum depression is VERY common and easily treated. Don’t feel ashamed for trying to be the best mom for your baby by seeking treatment.

When you look at that tiny little miracle you made, you feel pride, joy, and blessed that they are in your life.

Until they start to crawl, then walk, and try every possible maneuver that just may end their precious little life.

Then they turn into toddlers, teenagers, adults.

The precious angels start to talk back, get attitude, roll their eyes, and act ungrateful for the constant care and affection you’ve given them, along with the endless amount of funds you’ve put into them.

No matter the age, or attitude level, you’re constantly concerned about their well being.

Congratulations, if you’re pregnant. It’s certainly a miracle a lot of people take for granted. Your child will bless your life with so many good memories, and scare the crap out of you almost every day of your life.

Be open to understanding what parenting is all about, learning as you go and trusting your instincts.

Try not to let what other people say interfere with what you think is best for your family. As long as your children are fed and loved, that’s all that matters.

Congratulations.

P.S. This story may not reflect everyone’s experience, with pregnancy or their children. It’s just a realization I had one day when I kept hearing people say “Congratulations!” when they found out someone was expecting. Parenthood is one of the hardest things I have ever done, bringing a baby into our lives was stressful for me, our marriage, my work, my mind, everything. It just made me think one day, why is every aspect of motherhood constantly surrounded by happiness, when that’s not exactly the case.

Wanna read some of life’s crazy moments from a mom that’s not quite sure what she’s doing? Head over to WhyMommaWhy.blog.

Thanks for reading!

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