I went to an NST and went straight to a cesarean four weeks and four days ago. I was 35.6 weeks pregnant. I loved being pregnant, I wasn't miserable, I wasn't anxious for it to be over. I wasn't ready. 
I look down and I still feel shocked that I don't have a big belly. I put on my clothes and I can't believe how flat I look.
I miss how special I felt, the kind looks from strangers, the questions. I wasn't annoyed by it, I relished in the attention. If I go out without my baby, I'm not special anymore, I'm just another person out in the world. If I go out with my baby, then it's the same routine questions and answers:
-- Yes, she's very small. Weight? She was 4#7oz when she was born. Oh yes, I know, tiny!
-- Yep, she was a preemie, born four weeks early.
-- She did have to stay in the hospital for a week, nope, she had no problems.
-- Oh yes I'm very excited to have a girl after two boys.
I just wasn't ready to not be pregnant. I miss waking up to my husband's arms around me, whispering in my ear how big I am, fantasizing about how big our baby might be. I never got to wonder if I was in labor or not. I never got to be uncomfortable and ache for the pregnancy to just be over with. I loved being pregnant, and then it was suddenly over, I had this surgery and didn't see my baby for 15 hours, and then had to stay in the hospital for a week. I didn't imagine how my pregnancy would end, I didn't count on any specific outcome, but I couldn't anticipate how a preterm birth would affect me as a mother.
Irrationally, I feel like I should get pregnant to 'correct' this feeling in my body that I'm still pregnant. Is that weird? Obviously I'm not going to do that (
but there's just this lack of closure in my body, even a month later.

I look down and I still feel shocked that I don't have a big belly. I put on my clothes and I can't believe how flat I look.
I miss how special I felt, the kind looks from strangers, the questions. I wasn't annoyed by it, I relished in the attention. If I go out without my baby, I'm not special anymore, I'm just another person out in the world. If I go out with my baby, then it's the same routine questions and answers:
-- Yes, she's very small. Weight? She was 4#7oz when she was born. Oh yes, I know, tiny!
-- Yep, she was a preemie, born four weeks early.
-- She did have to stay in the hospital for a week, nope, she had no problems.
-- Oh yes I'm very excited to have a girl after two boys.
I just wasn't ready to not be pregnant. I miss waking up to my husband's arms around me, whispering in my ear how big I am, fantasizing about how big our baby might be. I never got to wonder if I was in labor or not. I never got to be uncomfortable and ache for the pregnancy to just be over with. I loved being pregnant, and then it was suddenly over, I had this surgery and didn't see my baby for 15 hours, and then had to stay in the hospital for a week. I didn't imagine how my pregnancy would end, I didn't count on any specific outcome, but I couldn't anticipate how a preterm birth would affect me as a mother.
Irrationally, I feel like I should get pregnant to 'correct' this feeling in my body that I'm still pregnant. Is that weird? Obviously I'm not going to do that (

but there's just this lack of closure in my body, even a month later.






I know exactly what you mean.


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