I'm not exactly feeling any love right now. Quite the opposite. Irrational as it may be, I can't help but blame this baby for everything going wrong right now. I didn't make her turn from her former head-down position. She did that on her own. And she's not going back. She's staying firmly across. And if she doesn't move, I get to go sign a document that may as well be my death sentence if the coin lands on the wrong side. I am more angry than I have been in years. I have moments of complete apathy, and then moments of anger. I don't smile anymore, even my dogs can't get a smile out of me. If she'd just go back head-down instead of being stubborn, there'd be a decent chance things would be fine. Instead I haven't even bothered with the birth kit or anything. What's the point if I'm probably going to end up in the hospital at their mercy anyway?
I'm resenting this baby and seriously starting to wish she didn't exist. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I can't help it. I fought so hard to live for so many years, and now, during what should be one of the happiest times of my life, something I fought so hard to have, I'm once again facing the very real possibility of dying again. This makes me unbearably angry. I'm angry enough that I don't know if I can love her again.
"It'll be different when she's born," etc., etc.. And I don't need to hear how "the most important thin is she's born healthy," like I don't matter as anything more than a uterus. I know my friends who've said that don't mean it that way, but right now, it's how I feel. Everyone's so much more concerned with the baby when, no matter what happens, she'll be okay. I'm the one who might not be.
How do I get over hating this baby and accept what is and what may be? Just two weeks ago I was looking forward to the labor itself, and now I just wish it all away. This is so wrong. Maybe I don't deserve to live and those who said I don't were right.
I'm resenting this baby and seriously starting to wish she didn't exist. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I can't help it. I fought so hard to live for so many years, and now, during what should be one of the happiest times of my life, something I fought so hard to have, I'm once again facing the very real possibility of dying again. This makes me unbearably angry. I'm angry enough that I don't know if I can love her again.
"It'll be different when she's born," etc., etc.. And I don't need to hear how "the most important thin is she's born healthy," like I don't matter as anything more than a uterus. I know my friends who've said that don't mean it that way, but right now, it's how I feel. Everyone's so much more concerned with the baby when, no matter what happens, she'll be okay. I'm the one who might not be.
How do I get over hating this baby and accept what is and what may be? Just two weeks ago I was looking forward to the labor itself, and now I just wish it all away. This is so wrong. Maybe I don't deserve to live and those who said I don't were right.








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