SamuraiEarthMama
12-29-2003, 08:30 PM
i was having a pretty hard day today... teary and feeling sad and sorry for myself, sick and down and just no fun... when i realized i might have a reason for it.
you see, i started bleeding and miscarrying my last two babies in my 10th week each time. and i hit 10 weeks today with this one.
even though i'm feeling nauseous, and tender breasts, and swollen belly, and needing naps in the afternoon... in short, VERY pregnant!... i almost feel like a fraud telling people i am pregnant, because the last two times i said that, i had to "take it back" when i lost the babies.
(and i probably shouldn't say "lost" them... it sounds like i misplaced them under the couch or something. i should just avoid the euphamism and say "miscarried").
see, i'm just being cranky crazy lady today. and i thought maybe you gals might understand. i really am so grateful to have a chance to carry this baby, but i'm SO DAMNED SCARED it's gonna leave like the other ones did!
i'm a good momma! i'm doing the right things! why don't these babies want to stay with me? i know in my head it has NOTHING to do with me... that it's just a roll of the dice... then why do i feel like i'm walking a minefield? why am i so nervous about starting to dream and plan for this one? because i'm mad about having the rug pulled out from me before, and i want to do whatever i can to avoid it this time.
but i can't.
sometimes you just don't get to pick what happens to you. i know this.
i've been to enough births and helped with enough babies to know this very well. the perfect parents who so badly want a baby have a cord accident during labor and the baby dies and they go into a depression that last three years and almost kills their marriage. a few weeks later, the heavy smoker who won't nurse and wants her epidural on arrival to the hospital has a beautiful healthy boy (WHY?). massive resuscitation effort on a vbac baby after a wonderful powerful labor, possible brain damage, vegan parents who never touched aspirin let alone anything stronger! heart failure on a born-at-home baby, midwife goes to jail for murder. SIDS hits both the heroin addict's tiny daughter and the co-op vegetable manager's beautiful baby girl.
those heartbreaking pictures of mary rose and her momma.
sometimes i just hate that we're supposed to bury all those stories and just pretend everything is going to be OK. should i just try to be numb to all that sadness and pain? or take a more zen path... accept it, acknowledge it, and try to become grateful for every moment i do have with this little one, knowing that tomorrow it might leave me?
crazy days. sad days. scared days.
thanks for listening.
katje the nutcase
you see, i started bleeding and miscarrying my last two babies in my 10th week each time. and i hit 10 weeks today with this one.
even though i'm feeling nauseous, and tender breasts, and swollen belly, and needing naps in the afternoon... in short, VERY pregnant!... i almost feel like a fraud telling people i am pregnant, because the last two times i said that, i had to "take it back" when i lost the babies.
(and i probably shouldn't say "lost" them... it sounds like i misplaced them under the couch or something. i should just avoid the euphamism and say "miscarried").
see, i'm just being cranky crazy lady today. and i thought maybe you gals might understand. i really am so grateful to have a chance to carry this baby, but i'm SO DAMNED SCARED it's gonna leave like the other ones did!
i'm a good momma! i'm doing the right things! why don't these babies want to stay with me? i know in my head it has NOTHING to do with me... that it's just a roll of the dice... then why do i feel like i'm walking a minefield? why am i so nervous about starting to dream and plan for this one? because i'm mad about having the rug pulled out from me before, and i want to do whatever i can to avoid it this time.
but i can't.
sometimes you just don't get to pick what happens to you. i know this.
i've been to enough births and helped with enough babies to know this very well. the perfect parents who so badly want a baby have a cord accident during labor and the baby dies and they go into a depression that last three years and almost kills their marriage. a few weeks later, the heavy smoker who won't nurse and wants her epidural on arrival to the hospital has a beautiful healthy boy (WHY?). massive resuscitation effort on a vbac baby after a wonderful powerful labor, possible brain damage, vegan parents who never touched aspirin let alone anything stronger! heart failure on a born-at-home baby, midwife goes to jail for murder. SIDS hits both the heroin addict's tiny daughter and the co-op vegetable manager's beautiful baby girl.
those heartbreaking pictures of mary rose and her momma.
sometimes i just hate that we're supposed to bury all those stories and just pretend everything is going to be OK. should i just try to be numb to all that sadness and pain? or take a more zen path... accept it, acknowledge it, and try to become grateful for every moment i do have with this little one, knowing that tomorrow it might leave me?
crazy days. sad days. scared days.
thanks for listening.
katje the nutcase