It was worth every minute.

Every moment spent wondering, every night spent dreaming. Every scan a chance to see you, still fighting, still determined. Every tiny kick the proof I needed to know you were still there.

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And even the nights we’ve spent alone in the half light, just you and I as the world around us has slept. Even those nights have been wonderful. Continue to be so.

Yes, there have been hard times. Dark days. Long and impossible struggles. There have been moments where I have thought of giving up. Throwing up my hands and saying no more. No more fear. No more dread. No more pain.

But in the end it was worth every minute.

Every wave of nausea, every anxious flutter and every painful twinge.

I wouldn’t change it for the world.

And if I had to do it all again, I’d do it all the same.

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A stressful pregnancy really makes you think. It makes you appreciate what you have so much more. It makes you realise who you have in your life. True friends. Those who are there to listen to you, empathise with you and celebrate with you. Those who help you to revel in your small moments of joy, even when they themselves are facing their own struggles.

Because we’re all facing struggles of some kind, aren’t we? And if we cannot be compassionate, kind and considerate to others in their hour of need, what does that say about ourselves?

It takes a stressful pregnancy to make you realise. Make you grateful. Make you determined to stand up for yourself and forge forwards with life.

Because Elsie Rose, you were worth every minute. Every single minute. And you always will be.

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