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.
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.
March 3rd, 2017. I can never forget the day. My hubby had returned from a month in Belgium the day before, and we were so incredibly excited and nervous to find out if we were having a boy or a girl. Prior to the week of this very important ultrasound, we were so sure that we were having a girl. Fast forward to the week of the ultrasound, I phoned my hubby and said in dismay, “babe… I’m starting to think it’s a boy.”
In my mind, it was perhaps the worst scenario ever. (Don’t judge me lol).