Growing your family, one baby bump at a time. All about the ups and downs of nature's 9 month miracle.
Dina sighed heavily. She plopped down on the couch in my office and immediately pulled off her light silk scarf. She'd had several sessions with me and I knew that her baby was due in about a month.
I feel weak. It’s not like the weakness you feel when you’re about to pass out. Rather, it’s the weakness of not doing enough; not being enough. I have no energy, yet it’s 3 am and I’m wide awake. My eyes were open before I heard her cries. Instinct? Maybe. But it doesn’t make it any easier for me to get out of bed. There’s a guilt that forms in the pit of my stomach as I slowly make my way to her bedroom followed by the feeling of resentment. Am I resenting myself for feeling like this when all I ever wanted was her? Or am I resenting her? Either way, I hate feeling like this, and I shouldn’t feel like this, but it’s hard to see past the looming dark cloud that’s been hanging over my head for nine months now.
‘We’re All Mad Here’
A thirty six year old woman, waddling around with minimal energy, a mountain of extra chub and a little less patience… Yes, this is me at present. After seventeen years, I’m now having another bash at pregnancy having found my life partner. A huge age gap between children, you may believe, but, a blessing nevertheless.
I’m not going to lie. Giving birth was one of the most painful experiences of my life. After my first-born arrived, I vehemently declared that I would NEVER do that again. I had been in agony for 48 hours as my baby slowly slithered out of me. Back and forth she went with each contraction, carving her way through my birth canal. When the final, triumphant moment arrived, my anguish topped the Richter scale it was that earth-shatteringly excruciating. A daughter! Hannah Rose was finally here.
A.I. party leads to SCIFI twins
I had never really wanted kids until my Oncologist told me one of my medications could make me infertile. A rush of hot tears cascaded down my face. But what can you do when you need that drug to live. In that moment I felt loss. A grief for something I hadn't realized I wanted. And now I wanted it badly. Perhaps because she said I couldn't.
Unassisted Birth — A Fathers Perspective
As an intro to this article, I want to honour all Mothers, no matter how they have birthed their children. This is a different perspective, which is the subjective opinion of the parents of a beautiful baby who made the conscious choice to birth in a non medicalised way.
The Educated Birth
Everything about the decision was risky. In the few years following graduation, Cheyenne had built experience in various spheres of the non-profit sector; she had tackled sizable projects in the communications and marketing spheres; she even became a freelancer and a doula. Yet, as a young, black female, she had quickly grown aware of the obstacles that stood between her and the impact she longed to make. After trying to break through in established non-profits, she was about to take a bold step on her own.
Repeating my mother’s mistake.
I’ll never forget the summer of 2008. I had just graduated from highschool and thought my life was all planned out. I had submitted all of my college applications and knew my life was just beginning. I’d never been a rebel in school. I didn’t underage drink. I didn’t try any drugs, but I was guilty of one thing - sex!
Being Diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum
Pregnancy is not a walk in the park. I don't know who said that Pregnancy is easy, because it's not. One of the first symptoms most women will get during their first trimester is the dreaded "Morning Sickness" but for people like me, it's more like all day sickness, 24/7 sickness.
No More Mad Mommy
There I sat, in my down town apartment, tears streaming down my face because of the pain. My everything hurt. My heart, my head, my body. I had lost all interest in anything that brought me joy. I was miserably, despairingly, and inexplicably SAD, CONFUSED and MAD.
Waiting for Charlotte Rose
His palms were sweaty. That was what she noticed. They left a trail of thin residue over the taught swell of her stomach as she turned away from him in the bed, hoping to ease the ache in her lower back against his own abdomen. “She’s on the move again…” he murmured and splayed his fingers to better feel. “She’s a wriggler,” she responded, and arched her back the better to get some respite from the gnawing sensation of dulled, aching pain. “She’s constantly on the move – just like her daddy.”
Boat life: boat baby
Craig and I had tried to conceive since 2013. We tried timing it with ovulation, we tried ignoring it, I ate super healthy with all my folic acid etc. Nothing worked. We started going to a fertility doctor and started the very long process of IVF. We were very lucky that the CCG in our local area offered 3 free rounds of IVF (unless it resulted in a live birth first). Even though we knew we were going for it we also knew that the odds were 1 in 3. We decided not to plan our lives around what may or may not happen so we bought a boat. Our baptism by fire into boatlife can be found in another of my stories. We purchased the boat in April 2017. In July I found out that our first round of IVF was successful and I was pregnant. Our child was born spring of 2018.