|9 months pregnant and in my favorite top.|
From the beginning of our pregnancy I was sick, very sick. Having spells of what we thought was morning sickness all day, all night. Our first baby doc, who usually had his NP do most of the patient visits shrugged this off giving us the textbook list of ways to reduce the effects of morning sickness and sent us on our way. Oh and by the way he said I needed to grin and bear it for about 14 weeks of the pregnancy. Week 14 rolls around, I’ve lost 10 pounds. Go back to the Dr. they are somewhat alarmed at the weight loss, take some samples and determine I’m very dehydrated and need to go to get fluids.
|At my life long best friend's shower, we actually had the same due dates...|
It was determined, towards the end of my pregnancy and 35 pounds lighter, that while forming all that is necessary for the baby to live and grow in my belly, my body made too many blood vessels putting me in a perpetual state of vertigo. There were other complications, Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction aka SPD, feel free to look it up if you would like to know the cause, I won’t go into that here, but my symptoms were I could not raise my legs on my own, my DH had to carry me most places in the house that requires a step up and it leaves you in quite a bit of pain.
|Two days before my induction...|
Skip to induction day, it’s a party in the delivery room. My husband and my entire family had invested so much not only in this little person but also in me and my care. Would we have liked to have been able to wait until my body started labor naturally? Yes. Would I have preferred to have less medical intervention? Yes. But there isn’t a wrong way as long as you are choosing the safest way.