15.07.2015

Being pregnant the first time

Being pregnant [Illustration by Shiju George]Last year, while holidaying in Europe, I conceived my first baby. That cold day in December when the doctor was administering anesthesia to carve out the lifeless fetus, I realised just how much I wanted the baby.
Today, about 21 weeks into my pregnancy and my baby growing every minute, doubts still continue to plague me.
In the beginning, the gender issue bothered me; the choice of male or female seemed important. This entry was posted in Labour & Childbirth, Pregnancy and tagged delivery, labour pains, pregnant woman, ultrasound scan.
My First time pregnancy was two and half months after my wedding and i was so so much happy and grateful to God.
I have been looking forward to be a mother for the last 8 yrs and now it is finally here; it was even unexpected since my partner and I only get to see each other once or twice a year.
Week by Week Growth of BabyIf you know the Expected Date of your Delivery (EDD), for your child and you can chart a week by week growth of your fetus. Being pregnant with a second child is an entirely different experience than being pregnant with a first. During my second pregnancy, I realized why a second (and every subsequent) child has fewer pictures and accolades and less attention. For baby one, my husband and I both counted down the days until we received our weekly update emails. For baby two, I signed up for the weekly emails solely to keep me abreast of how far along I was. For baby two, I totally forgot that I had actually taken pictures of my belly on purpose the first time around. For baby two, my older son asked me what the baby’s room was going to be and I actually laughed. Jen Simon writes for many publications including The Huffington Post, Babble, Scary Mommy, Lifetime Moms, and more. It sounds like a lot of people relate to this article, but it might have been nice for the author to include at least a brief acknowledgment that some people pregnant for the second time (at least 20% of them, statistically speaking) do not already have a living baby, and for them, a second pregnancy is a very, very different experience.
I know this is totally inappropriate, but at first glance this looked like a mom making her daughter smell her bare butt.
This is a little sad…I lost a baby a month ago (my second pregnancy) and I was already just as thrilled for that baby as I was for my first beautiful boy. I have only been pregnant once, but all of the baby #2 comparisons sounds like me for my first lol.
I had heard stories about the prolonged length of time it can take to get pregnant, and though my husband and I made the conscious decision to start trying for a baby, we were surprised when it happened so quickly (less than a month!). When I first found out I was pregnant, my initial thought was that my friends were all going to ditch me. With no friends to lead by example, I’ve had to be resourceful in finding information on pregnancy and birth. Even if it’s reheating leftovers to eat in front of the TV, I’ve come to savor the banality of our everyday lives. It would be nice to join the champagne and oyster happy hour with my girlfriends, but I have to listen to my body when it tells me to stay home and rest. Part of it may be because I’m the first of my friends to be pregnant and also that I’m an only child (and hence, the first child of my parents to have a baby) that I suddenly want to be a carefree kid again. From not wanting to be a young mom to feeling jealous of every woman who carried a kid, this short term pregnancy had brought about a sea-change in my perceptions of motherhood.
Even though it took me a year to conceive the second time, when I finally did get pregnant, I was so consumed with the kid I already had that I couldn’t focus on my second pregnancy.


We scanned the images and uploaded them to Facebook, making captions, sharing them proudly. Instead, I found them days after my appointment, crumpled at the bottom of my bag, under snacks, wipes and crayons. I updated my Gchat status each week to reflect the size fruit the baby correlated to (which I thought was so cute and not at all annoying). I knew my week changed on Thursdays, but that was it — without the emails I would have been clueless. I made sure to stand in the same place and wear the same outfit each time so we could see just how my belly was changing. I wondered what it would be like and thought about the process, like how long I would be in labor and when I would ask for the epidural (because I knew it would be when and not if). Granted, having a scheduled C-section took the fear of labor and the uncertainty of when I would deliver out of my hands, but I didn’t even think about the basics of what the delivery would be like.
Felt good to read, as I’ve been feeling a bit of guilt over not being obsessed like I was during the last pregnancy! Though I feel I was more prepared and with my second, didn’t bother to read the pregnancy books that scare you half to death, making you worry about all the crazy things that happened 3 times in the history of man, I was just as in love and awe of my second as I was my first. First pregnancy was in an abusive relationship, nothing was ever celerbrated I was working three jobs coming home and catering to him. I can relate a little to the author just based on the fact of feeling so stinken tired with no rest for my second pregnancy. Those of you who have been fortunate to have easy pregnancies need to consider yourselves lucky! I was suddenly acutely aware that I was alone in this pregnancy (none of my friends have kids) and so I questioned whether I’d be able to navigate the unknown. In a sense, it’s been freeing because I am not being bombarded with unwarranted opinions and advice, and instead can seek out the information I’m specifically after. Before, I’d be itching to go out to dinner on a Saturday night, but these days I find immeasurable joy parking myself on the couch watching Shark Tank with my husband. I wasn’t surprised about being tired all of the time, but I also wasn’t prepared for the loneliness that came with it (not by any fault of my friends). Having this massive responsibility on the horizon makes me want to rewind time and savor in a moment when everyone was kind of doing the same thing. The very first time that you see your child, whether it is via pregnancy or adoption, this is a moment that will change your life. The baby probably heard our thought, and in the eighth week of the pregnancy, I suffered a missed abortion. Every milestone, feeling or picture that I celebrated the first time kind of got ignored the second time around.
I even made frames for my parents and in-laws so they could show off the baby before they had actual baby pictures.
When I thought about it, I put a few on the fridge, but I certainly don’t make copies for my parents or in-laws this time. When my son has to leave for school or get picked up from school, the baby’s naps have to take a backseat.
Then second one was more complicated and ended up being an emergency c-section and spent nearly a month in the nicu .
I definitely had less energy and time to myself with my second pregnancy already having a child to care for, was def less of a “princess” lol that was spot on! It was also fun to talk with my 4 year old about being a big brother and sharing his excitement. This time around I’m having a boy, and have had very little of the morning sickness but more of the rib and back pain.


The first thing I asked them after telling them about the baby was if we would still be friends, only half joking. Of course I love my second child as much as my older one, but pretty much everything about my second pregnancy was, in a way, less than my first.
I kept each original picture (and even some duplicates) in a folder dedicated to the baby, in chronological order of course.
I read, with interest and pleasure, what other women were thinking and the suggestions BabyCenter offered.
If baby two wants to see what I looked like while I was pregnant with him, he can look at pictures of me with his brother. But like others have said even with my 3rd child , they all have their own unique birthing story and i would not change any of it for any reason. No cheese at all in France, and in the states, no soft cheese, no sushi, no cold cuts and I literally wrote on my calendar when I had tuna so I wouldn’t go beyond my allotted two cans in 10 days.
And since my older son is at school, I’m going to go coo at the baby and take a few pictures of him while I can. It took so long for me to get pregnant and I had to take conceiveeasy to finally do it that we were very excited the whole time we were expecting. And when the beby was born and we came home from the hospital I had to clean upthe messhed made when he was home alone and make a full sized meal while caring for the new born. Now that I’m 31, people are veering off into different places in their lives, which makes me crave the predictability of years past.
On 14th of May, a day before my first wedding anniversary, the doctor viewed my baby in an ultrasound scan, confirmed the heartbeat and finally congratulated me on my impending motherhood.
We are both eagerly awaiting the day we can hold the living-kicking bundle in our arms and thank the Creator for His exquisite gift. Basically, I didn’t make myself crazy for the minuscule odds that I could contract a food-borne disease. I knew pretty much right off the bat with the first and didn’t even know until 17 weeks this time (just a little earlier than we planned). I didn’t even dare hope for healthy by that point, but just breathing and having a heartbeat was the goal. Each time is tougher when you already have a beautiful kid by your side needing your attention.
I eat healthier, excercise more, and have a more zen-like peace about it than the first go round.
Luckily I’ll be able to parlay that into fun activities with my daughter in no time, from apple picking in the fall to going to the zoo on a regular basis. I went through a divorce when my first was 10 months old and was a single parent until she was 10, when I re-married. After I received the third email that was focused on weight gain, I decided to stop reading them altogether and deleted them as soon as I got my weekly update. I worried that I would be kidnapped and he would be cut out of me, raised by a crazy person or sold on the baby black market. I once started crying at a restaurant because I was worried about the lotion I had used earlier that morning.
And then, of course, I worried that I was worrying too much and was going to give him an anxiety disorder based on all the in utero stress.



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Comments to «Being pregnant the first time»

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