I love this time of year if I’m honest. Long, lazy days stretching ahead with no time restraints and no real need to be anyway fast- just what the kids need after a busy year at school. And like most families, we look forward to getting away too. The only problem with summer holidays away though, is the travelling with kids part. My son often says he wishes we could just snap our fingers and teleport ourselves to our destination, and I have to say that the idea is very tempting indeed! And for some, its not just the length of time spent travelling, its the fact that the travelling itself can really take its toll on your health. Yep, we’re talking travel sickness, and until a couple of years ago I’d never experienced it. Let me tell you, it is NOT fun at all. So when Sea Band got in touch to see if I’d like to try out their products, along side some super fun holiday activity books for the kids I felt it only sensible to say yes. Here are my thoughts, plus read to the end for details of a fab giveaway too!…
Someone asked me recently how this pregnancy compares to my others. We’d been talking about whether the baby was a boy or girl and how my previous two pregnancies differed. We thought that perhaps we could make an educated guess at the gender…
The answer is: all three have been different!
My first pregnancy was such a breeze and that wasn’t just because I didn’t have any other kids to look after. I had no morning sickness whatsoever and I only ever suffered once with heartburn- and that was all my own fault for eating two packets of Rolos in one sitting. The pregnancy was so good, in fact, that it lasted 42 weeks and one day. And then, of course, ended in drama with an emergency section, but you can’t have everything I guess.
Weight-wise, I put on a lot with my daughter. I refused to weigh myself throughout but did become miserable towards the end. You might know the beached whale feeling? Yeah, that. When my daughter was 6 weeks old, I had my check at the GP and I was a good 2 stone or so over my pre-pregnancy weight, and that was after losing the weight of the baby, excess water and breastfeeding for six weeks. So let’s just say, I put on a lot. Luckily, I lost it all pretty quickly and actually ended up smaller than before I got pregnant.
The second pregnancy was totally different. From the word go, I was ill. I was never actually sick, but the threat was there constantly. I also suffered with terrible headaches and ended up signed off work at one point. I have to point out that during this pregnancy I also had my daughter to look after, and I was working full time- teaching this time, rather than sat behind a desk in an office. I think this made a difference. I also experienced a couple of bleeds during this pregnancy, and of course there is the fact that I pretty much spent the entire nine months stressing about the birth.
Weight-wise, I didn’t really put on that much. I felt too lousy to eat most of the time! Towards the end, I gained a few pounds of course but I was back in my jeans by the time the toddler was about 8 weeks old. Again, I slimmed to a slimmer version of myself pretty quickly.
This pregnancy lasted for 41 weeks and one day, and you must know by now how it ended. Again, a fairly uneventful pregnancy with a dramatic birth to make up for it.
So, there you have a girl pregnancy and a boy pregnancy. Both completely different. So, how does this pregnancy compare?
Well. The morning sickness kicked in at around 6 weeks, as it did with my son. It lasted until around 16 weeks, considerably shorter than the 8 month mark as was the case with my son. I did experience headaches, but since around 20 weeks or so, they have been fine. This time I was working part time, with two children to care for at home.
Weight-wise, I have put on more than I did with my son, but still less than with my daughter.
This pregnancy will only last for 38 weeks as I am having an elective section. I get the feeling, though, that it would be another overdue baby if it had the chance to be.
So what do you think? Simply from the general feeling well vibes, I think this one is a girl. But there are no real indications that this pregnancy is the same as the first one. My bump is definitely smaller than last time, as was the case with my daughter, but I just don’t know. It could be a boy, since I experienced morning sickness…
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!
I have been asked my @MerrilyMe over on Patch of Puddles to link up with a post about how to achieve a healthy pregnancy. Patch of Puddles is a fellow finalist in the MADs Blog Awards most inspiring blogger category. I’m not ashamed to say that I am in tears after reading her emotional post. Please take a read and, if you can, link up with your own post.
My first pregnancy was a very relaxed affair. I was young and I was unaware of how precious life really was. I sailed through nine and a half months with barely a twinge and only one experience of heart burn. I was induced at 42 weeks and my daughter was born via emergency section due to fetal distress. When she was lifted from my body, the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck, body and foot (she wriggles a lot) and I was told that we were lucky to have her. They didn’t need to tell me. Holding my daughter was the most amazing feeling and I longed to do it again.
Four and a bit years passed before I saw two blue lines on a pregnancy test again. We were going to do this again. This time, I had taken pre-natal vitamins before conception and I had read up on childbirth enough to know that I was frightened. I mean, frightened. How had I never realised before that my daughter’s birth had actually been really scary? Had my subconcious really protected me from all of the emotions I was suddenly feeling? I no longer trusted my body; I was convinced that I was unable to give birth naturally. The problem was that nobody apart from my husband really understood.
At 36 weeks, I met with my consultant’s assistant (my consultant being too busy to see me himself) and I told him our plans for an elective c-section. I described the terror I was feeling that something would go wrong again, that I was unable to deliver my baby naturally. I was dismissed. It was eventually agreed that I would have a section booked for one week after my due date, to give me time to go naturally if I could.
It was a waiting game. Each time I looked at my daughter I thought of that cord around her neck, restricting her entry into my world. I asked my consultant to scan my baby to see if the cord would become tangled again. I was told that a scan would not show anything and that the likely-hood of the same thing happening was very unlikely. I began to dread any slight twinge I felt, desperate to hold on for that magical c-section date.
It was like fate had decided I needed to see something of the real world, the one with pain and despair. My hospital cancelled my section three days before I was due to meet my baby, with no explanation. I was given a different date and left to stew. My baby took action into his own hands and I went into labour the day after he was supposed to have been delivered safely into my arms.
As much as it is difficult to say and difficult to write, I know that I did not look after my mental health during my son’s pregnancy. Looking back, fears over childbirth and feeling miserable due to morning sickness all contributed towards extended periods of feeling terribly low, alone and frightened. I never told anyone how I was feeling. By the time I got to the hospital, I was terrified. I was told I was not in labour and I was admitted until my section, which was three days away.
Alone and in pain, my demons began to claw at me and eventually they got the better of me. I wanted- no, needed– someone to talk to but my husband had been sent home and the staff on duty were so busy that I was literally invisible. This is the moment I will remember feeling the most alone, but not the most frightened.
Eventually, my son was born. I was given a general anasethetic and he was delivered into a room filled with people who would never love him. He was all alone. I missed the first hour of his life. I wasn’t there for him as they inserted a tube into his throat to coax his first breaths. I will never, ever forgive myself for that.
After his birth, my mental state deteriorated. I went from being unable to talk about his birth, to wanting to know every tiny detail. I obsessed over what had happended and I felt sure that I could’ve done something differently. And you know what? I could’ve.
This time around, I am a different person. How could I not be? I heard my son’s heartbeat disappear into my darkest nightmares. I felt the silence wrap around me like a cloak of daggers and I was sure that he was dead. It was all my fault. So this time, I am taking care of myself and my family. I am no longer scared.
This time, I will not be persuaded into making birth decisions I am not happy with. This time, I have educated myself on my body and my rights as a pregnant woman. But most importantly, I am talking. I am writing. I am sharing. I am keeping myself- my body and my mind- healthy. I owe it to myself.
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