The story of my 20 plus hours of contractions, pain, midwives, pain relief, screams and tears all ending in (spoiler alert) a c-section.
K is just over six weeks old now. For him, that means starting to adjust to the outside world even as we continue to mimic his former home of nine months.
For me, it means, feeling a bit like my pre-pregnant self.
After 40 weeks and on the due date, as though he had it planned all along, Kian decided an hour before the 1st of November to prepare for his entrance and how!
Today is das Baby’s calculated due date. While H and I still wait, the bright side is that it’s a public holiday here in Germany . I’d like to think it’s actually for us, in celebration of reaching a full-term pregnancy, but not without a tiny complaint.
This pregnancy has seen a lot of reading – on the laptop, on mobile baby apps, and the traditional ways of course- books and handouts. While all that is handy information, especially the digital ones at our fingertips, I have personally found that nothing is more reassuring than actually speaking to someone who knows what they’re talking about.
I feel like we have all become so overly sensitive about how much we talk or not talk, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, Whatsapp, Skype not making that better. So let’s remind ourselves to not take everything personally, take offence or make it about ourselves in these situations. Most of the time, it is less about ourselves and more about just accepting life for what it is, how technology has changed the way we interact with each other and of most importantly, empathising with one another.
We’re about 2 weeks away from das Baby’s due date, which means it’s the last few days of pregnancy. While it has been a wonderful time (minus the sickness, mainly), I cannot wait for the next part and moreover, I cannot wait to go back to experiencing my non-pregnant body.
Next Tuesday will mark the beginning of my third trimester! What! Where did time fly?
I identify with Mr. George Eliot, ” Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.” And I only hope that das Baby has the privilege of being as loved as I am by my Mamma and all the other amazing mothers I have in my life. Happy Mother’s Day to you, you beautiful carer!
…is the day Max was born, about 16 years ago. I’ve written about Max before very briefly here. He was my first four-legged sibling. I had just about graduated high school when he passed away and it took my mind about three months to understand what that means and how it was going to change my daily life. Today, I know how it has changed my life, in a broader sense.