Nora’s pregnancy was my hardest from day one. Ok, maybe not quite day one, but within a week of getting a positive test, I was sick. And not just a little sick, I was a lot sick. I fought the urge to throw up all day, every day. And when the throwing up finally started just a few weeks in, it didn’t stop until well past the 20 week mark.
I was on anti-nausea meds until our Maui Babymoon at 32 weeks. And as soon as those anti-nausea meds went away, the heartburn set in and oh, it was bad. I had to sleep on an incline and load up on heartburn medication just to take the edge off. I could hardly eat because I was out of room and everything made the heartburn worse.
On top of just feeling like garbage for 41 weeks, I also had a few health scares. I was extremely itchy and would randomly break out in rashes. This had the midwife looking into potential liver issues. My gestational diabetes testing was iffy and I had to track my blood sugars for several weeks to make sure all was well there. After our summer camping trip, I came home with the beginnings of a UTI, which can be extremely dangerous during pregnancy. Sciatic pain, extreme pubic bone pain, hip pain… I had all the pains. I was a walking disaster… well, actually I could hardly walk at times, so more of a waddling, hobbling disaster!
And thanks to an anterior placenta (meaning it was at the front of my uterus), I didn’t even get to enjoy the one part of pregnancy I was most looking forward to- feeling my baby move inside of me! It wasn’t until the end of being pregnant that I could actually feel her on a regular basis. Scott only felt her move a total of three times the entire nine months. She was a rather calm baby anyway, but what little movements she made were quite muffled by the location of the placenta. Plus, Scott says he has a soothing effect on her. He’s not wrong. Even now, she calms down almost instantly when he holds her. Her lack of movement during pregnancy was really hard on me. I wanted desperately to enjoy feeling her move around, especially while being so sick and miserable, but it just wasn’t happening.
I knew she was our last, which I was 100% ok with, but I’m very much a “savor the moment” kind of person. It was hard to not be able to savor and enjoy her pregnancy the way I wanted to. I felt guilty for not enjoying the pregnancy I had longed for so greatly. I felt bad for my other four kiddos who had suffered along with me. They didn’t have a fun, nice mom for 9 months. I was grumpy and mean, I yelled a lot and had a super short temper. I spent so much time throwing up and my girls would run to me and hold back my hair and bring me water to sip, without ever being asked. It was a rough time for me, but even more so, a rough time for them. And that wore on me emotionally as much as any of the other stuff did physically.
By the end of my pregnancy I knew two things for sure. I was beyond ok with this being our last baby. And I was ready to be done being pregnant. The 42 week mark could not come fast enough.
Find Part III here!