I just thought it's about that time, at least for me. I want to open the door to anyone who wants to participate, past trauma/loss moms, first timers, no difference, if you have a fear, let's take the power out of it by letting it go here!
I've been really sick the last few days. They diagnosed me with "mild pneumonia/severe bronchitis" they couldn't be specific because I declined a chest x-ray due to the fact that the treatment would have been the same. Since I'm not running fever, they didn't want to hospitalize me. I got sent home on antibiotics and was told to take OTC cough syrup. I'm glad they didn't give me a bunch of narcotics or push the hospital.
I'm feeling alot better, relatively quickly, but nothing like illness make the brain buzz...I've been really morbid lately, and there are some "things" I want to just turn around and look at straight in the face if you know what I mean? so here goes:
~I've been really sick and desperate. I'm not really happy that I took some of the cough syrup I took. It's class C stuff, just simple Robotussin and such, but I still worry
~Our 20 week u/s, I was going to skip but had a nagging voice that said to check her heart. Her heart looked awesome, but they didn't view feet-or they said in the report "feet not visualized." I am sure that we saw feet when we did the quicky "for fun" gender u/s with our midwife, and pretty sure the tech saw feet during this u/s but baby was moving so much I think she didn't get what she wanted enough to put in the report. So, it's lurking. I'm knitting booties and I keep thinking about her precious feet...or lack there of
I am NOT going to subject her or me to another u/s, and there are so many other things that could be worse that were fine in the viewing so I'm trying to let it go.
~My last son was our first homebirth, and he was born as a near fatal cord accident. His cord was triple wrapped around his neck and apgars were 2 and then 3. We transferred immediately after birth and spent 3 weeks in NICU. He's almost two now, and the last of the "follow ups" done, he is (finally) considered "normal." We had to wait for walking, talking etc before they would "clear him" I was assured the cord issue was not due to any failure on anyones part to catch any signs, that even an OB/Gyn would have missed it, thus my confidence in another home birth with the same awesome midwifes who sprung into immediate action. All this hidden equipment materialized in my own home so fast and it really hit me how much midwifes truly are "medical professionals" when need be!
Anyway, I'm trying to condense here, but it's so intense...I visualize this new baby. I'm trying to give her her own story and put nothing on it. It is hard to let go of past experience and allow today to be today. But I picture that birth tub in my room, and him on my chest so new and so very silent and still...that little dark blue arm rolling down into the water with no muscle tone and I just feel every cell in my body dig it's heels in and turn against me. I already talked to the midwives about doing something different...as far as a different room to birth in, or somehow changing things up. I'm not sure how to go about that part of it (for many reasons-my room has bathroom attached, other kids to think about etc) but I do know that I can not repeat the same scene, even if I seem to come to terms with it.
At the same time, after peer reviewing our case with other midwives and looking back on and scrutinizing my chart the only things we can think of that were indicators that he was in trouble were less movement than other pregnancies of mine and a really intense claustrophobia the last two weeks prior to his birth. Well, so now I'm all about movement and want this little girl to kick. all. the. time. Then I feel guilty for putting demands on her even if they are just mental. I keep asking myself if I feel claustrophobic and I don't want to make myself feel that way be being neurotic! I'm having trouble letting it all go and letting it be what it is!
And of course I pick up stories that bite me in the butt later when I am obsessing: the surprise downs baby in another ddc, someone in this ddc is struggling with cord issues again after losing a child, etc...I so want to just hug those mamas and give them comfort, and at the same time it scares the crap out of me thinking about my own pregnancy and what's going on.
In my heart, she is who she is and I know I am totally powerless over how this story comes to be. But the lack of knowing, the lack of control, the questions for infinity are just so deafening loud sometimes. Like a mama TTC with no luck I keep asking is it really so awful to just want a normal baby and a normal birth? God I miss the innocence of my first pregnancies, the days of bliss, before miscarriages, before losing a fallopian tube, before our birth trauma, before we snagged some of the statistics and made them our own.
I will find my zen. It is there somewhere. I just have to muddle through this craziness, honor it for what it is and move on. Looking it in the face always makes me cry. I have to give it a time limit, let it all out and then put it away and move on. Per a suggestion I picked up somewhere, I am going to light a candle for all these reasons during my birthing and that will be my place to move this energy to during that time.
Of course there are other thoughts, but nothing as lurking as this stuff.
SO! Anyone else need to just let it out? What's lurking? Spill it here so you can put it away later! I KNOW I'm not the only one who needed this thread-jump in-
I've been really sick the last few days. They diagnosed me with "mild pneumonia/severe bronchitis" they couldn't be specific because I declined a chest x-ray due to the fact that the treatment would have been the same. Since I'm not running fever, they didn't want to hospitalize me. I got sent home on antibiotics and was told to take OTC cough syrup. I'm glad they didn't give me a bunch of narcotics or push the hospital.
I'm feeling alot better, relatively quickly, but nothing like illness make the brain buzz...I've been really morbid lately, and there are some "things" I want to just turn around and look at straight in the face if you know what I mean? so here goes:
~I've been really sick and desperate. I'm not really happy that I took some of the cough syrup I took. It's class C stuff, just simple Robotussin and such, but I still worry

~Our 20 week u/s, I was going to skip but had a nagging voice that said to check her heart. Her heart looked awesome, but they didn't view feet-or they said in the report "feet not visualized." I am sure that we saw feet when we did the quicky "for fun" gender u/s with our midwife, and pretty sure the tech saw feet during this u/s but baby was moving so much I think she didn't get what she wanted enough to put in the report. So, it's lurking. I'm knitting booties and I keep thinking about her precious feet...or lack there of
I am NOT going to subject her or me to another u/s, and there are so many other things that could be worse that were fine in the viewing so I'm trying to let it go.~My last son was our first homebirth, and he was born as a near fatal cord accident. His cord was triple wrapped around his neck and apgars were 2 and then 3. We transferred immediately after birth and spent 3 weeks in NICU. He's almost two now, and the last of the "follow ups" done, he is (finally) considered "normal." We had to wait for walking, talking etc before they would "clear him" I was assured the cord issue was not due to any failure on anyones part to catch any signs, that even an OB/Gyn would have missed it, thus my confidence in another home birth with the same awesome midwifes who sprung into immediate action. All this hidden equipment materialized in my own home so fast and it really hit me how much midwifes truly are "medical professionals" when need be!
Anyway, I'm trying to condense here, but it's so intense...I visualize this new baby. I'm trying to give her her own story and put nothing on it. It is hard to let go of past experience and allow today to be today. But I picture that birth tub in my room, and him on my chest so new and so very silent and still...that little dark blue arm rolling down into the water with no muscle tone and I just feel every cell in my body dig it's heels in and turn against me. I already talked to the midwives about doing something different...as far as a different room to birth in, or somehow changing things up. I'm not sure how to go about that part of it (for many reasons-my room has bathroom attached, other kids to think about etc) but I do know that I can not repeat the same scene, even if I seem to come to terms with it.
At the same time, after peer reviewing our case with other midwives and looking back on and scrutinizing my chart the only things we can think of that were indicators that he was in trouble were less movement than other pregnancies of mine and a really intense claustrophobia the last two weeks prior to his birth. Well, so now I'm all about movement and want this little girl to kick. all. the. time. Then I feel guilty for putting demands on her even if they are just mental. I keep asking myself if I feel claustrophobic and I don't want to make myself feel that way be being neurotic! I'm having trouble letting it all go and letting it be what it is!
And of course I pick up stories that bite me in the butt later when I am obsessing: the surprise downs baby in another ddc, someone in this ddc is struggling with cord issues again after losing a child, etc...I so want to just hug those mamas and give them comfort, and at the same time it scares the crap out of me thinking about my own pregnancy and what's going on.
In my heart, she is who she is and I know I am totally powerless over how this story comes to be. But the lack of knowing, the lack of control, the questions for infinity are just so deafening loud sometimes. Like a mama TTC with no luck I keep asking is it really so awful to just want a normal baby and a normal birth? God I miss the innocence of my first pregnancies, the days of bliss, before miscarriages, before losing a fallopian tube, before our birth trauma, before we snagged some of the statistics and made them our own.
I will find my zen. It is there somewhere. I just have to muddle through this craziness, honor it for what it is and move on. Looking it in the face always makes me cry. I have to give it a time limit, let it all out and then put it away and move on. Per a suggestion I picked up somewhere, I am going to light a candle for all these reasons during my birthing and that will be my place to move this energy to during that time.
Of course there are other thoughts, but nothing as lurking as this stuff.
SO! Anyone else need to just let it out? What's lurking? Spill it here so you can put it away later! I KNOW I'm not the only one who needed this thread-jump in-







Just want to encourage anyone with big or little fears, if they are there then lets face em together! 


) son and is it too much to ask for another sibling that is just as well off? I feel like Im pushing my luck at times.
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