July 9, 2017. A day I will never forget. Around 10am, I awoke and stretched, murmuring to my husband that I’d had the best sleep ever. Within 15 minutes, lying there in bed, I was gripped by what I was certain was a contraction, and then if certainty wasn’t enough, my water broke.
This week I’m not going to talk about baby boy fashion or about Braveheart’s heart, but rather about something we don’t discuss much. His vocal cord. When Braveheart was born, he had a healthy, loud cry. After that, we didn’t hear him cry again until after his first surgery, and what we heard was not the cry you’d expect from a baby. It was breathy and weak, almost silent. A squeak of sorts. Rather heartbreaking, really.
Baby clothes. Who doesn’t like them? (Don’t answer if you don’t lol). But seriously, I adore baby clothes. There’s a certain charm about them. Plus they’re so teeny tiny that it just ups the squeal factor. When my hubby and I first found out that we were expecting, the first thing we did was go shopping to buy a onesie with something related to “grandma” – to break the news to her. Meanwhile, we melted over cute infant dresses, frilly socks, skirts, and sun rompers. By far, girl clothes were the most adorable.
Developmental delays are one of the things that hubby and I feared most when we were told of Braveheart’s diagnosis. It was ‘expected’ that because of potential surgeries and recovery times, that Braveheart would fall behind. With all our might, we denied this possibility. We had faith that he would be, not only right on time but ahead of the curve. Ironically, he was rather ‘advanced’ until his second surgery. Before his second surgery, around 4-5 months old, he already seemed as though he was preparing to crawl. Fast-forward to after his surgery, he didn’t even want to be on his tummy, understandably.
June 9, 2017, a day before my baby shower, a month before our little Braveheart came into the world, and another day I will never forget. It was the first time that we were told, “You may be holding your baby by tonight”.
Most people have heard about the stereotypical pregnancy symptoms. The morning sickness, the headaches, the mood swings, fatigue, backaches, and the waddle. However, there were quite a few elements of my first pregnancy that definitely caught me off guard. Today, I’ll list the first six that came to mind.
The other day, someone asked me how pregnancy had treated me. I actually had to really think about it. I wasn’t sure if I’d had a bad pregnancy or if Braveheart’s diagnosed condition was what made it difficult. I came to a conclusion: the pregnancy itself wasn’t bad, but the repeated hospitalizations for Braveheart’s condition made the majority of the experience a rather traumatic one.