I remember making the statement long before I was pregnant that if I were ever to become pregnant I wanted a huge baby belly so people would know, unmistakably, that I was having a baby and not just fat. By the time I was 16-17 weeks pregnant I was unmistakably pregnant. People often asked if I was having twins, or thought I was much further along than I was. We joked a lot that I was having a toddler. Everlee was born at 34 weeks and weighed 5lbs1oz. She was a big baby, so I guess the size made sense.
I always dreamed about being pregnant and having a baby one day. I thought I would be like one of those mothers-to-be on the cover of magazines. You know, the ones that glow. Truth is, I hated being pregnant. Every minute of it. And I despised people who told me they loved it. I was uncomfortable from day one. I slept through my entire first trimester (although thankfully I wasn’t sick) like a hibernating bear. I bled and ended up in the emergency room twice in my second trimester and had insufferable back pain. And in my third trimester I had hypertension and ended up on bed rest and admitted to hospital. I couldn’t find any clothes I felt comfortable in. I hated that my belly got in the way. I struggled to put on my own shoes on my best days. I got stretch marks. A lot of them. And now, there is nothing I wouldn’t give to be pregnant again. I’d live every single moment of that pregnancy again for the rest of my life.
I spent the night awake last night. From about 2am. My mind seemed to be in overdrive, replaying every scenario in my head and how I somehow might have been able to change the outcome of what happened to Everlee. Maybe if I hadn’t complained so much about being pregnant? Maybe the universe thought I didn’t deserve her?
Even writing that now seems irrational to me.
But that’s how the mind works, I guess, when you haven’t really slept in weeks. Every irrational thought seems so real and plausible in my head.
I’ve talked myself into, and out of, a lot of things in the last 3 weeks. What if I had gone to the hospital that day for the pain instead of just my doctors office?
Some thoughts seem more rational than others.
I promise that if I ever get pregnant again that I won’t complain. I will take every moment as a gift and enjoy everything that comes along with being pregnant. But for now, I’ll just stand in the mirror and look at my stretch marks and try to remember what it felt like, and wish for that big baby belly again.
i believe some day soon you will have that beautiful baby belly again 🙂 its ok to complain, thats what we do as humans, we are not perfect and if we are uncomfortable we complain, being pregnant, brings a lot more hormones out and we are more prone to complain.
There is nothing you could have done, its your mind telling you crazy things Rhonda, she was much to perfect for this world.
Your body is post-partum and going through huge hormonal fluctuations. Add your grief and insomnia to that and your brain is going to take you all kinds of places that don’t make sense. It reminds me of a bumper sticker I saw once: Just because you think it doesn’t make it true. There’s no complaint you made about the vagaries of pregnancy that did anything to damage your daughter or your right to be her mother. This is your rationally trained brain trying to make sense out of something completely irrational (the sheer bad luck of abruption). Keep writing, because writing has space to shift between rational and irrational. You’re going to make it, Rhonda.
Your baby will come & it will be the most beautiful baby you have ever seen.