I have loved being pregnant. Tomorrow I will be having our
baby boy, and I just needed to reflect on this whole process to hopefully give
myself a good perspective on the next weeks to come.
I truly have loved every second on pregnancy. I know some of
you hate me now, but hear me out.
I am not just one of those “lucky ones” who has had an easy
pregnancy. In fact, I had HORRIBLE morning sickness. Vomited 3-4 times a day. I
have contracted everything I come in contact with at work – have had strep 3
times, the flu once, 2 upper respiratory infections, and most recently either
bronchitis or pneumonia which ended up in 2 broken ribs. I went to the ER with
severe abdominal pain at 20 weeks, and have 6 kidney stones. I have been
admitted to L&D for monitoring for blood pressure and have had to see
perinatology. I have refused induction 3 times and have nearly caused my OB to
have a heart attack.
Do I wish I could still see my chubby little toes? Or take a
leisurely stroll around target without getting winded? Sure! Would I have
preferred not to have “morning” sickness 24 hours a day for 3 months and vomit
in every parking lot in Longview? Well, yea! Is it getting old sleeping on my
side, or just not sleeping at all? Of course.
But would I trade any of that? No.
And here’s why.
Before Jacob and I ever even dreamed of becoming parents I
made a promise to myself that if that time ever came I would not complain. I
would not whine, and I would treasure every second of pregnancy. Why?
Because I know too many good, loving people who never got
the opportunity to have children. I have seen their heartache and longing for a
baby and I know how blessed I am. I know this was nothing of my control and I
am certain that it is a gift to be treasured. So I chose to treasure it. This
does not mean I have never complained. I have had a couple of break-downs, I
have cried to Jacob that I don’t think I can vomit one more time. But overall,
I choose to love it. And I believe that the choice is what has made it fun, and
bearable. I went into this journey knowing the possibility of being sick every
day for 9 months, gaining a lot of weight, and feeling tired exhausted.
And I think that because I told myself that was my new normal, I accepted it
and I really have had fun being pregnant!
I also decided that I would love pregnancy because I never
want my child to feel like they took something from me, if even for 9 months. I
never want him to feel like my life was somehow better before him. I want him
to feel like our lives were made better because of him – even from the time he
was in my womb. I want him to know that he is a blessing. And I am earnestly
praying that God keeps this in my mind through all the sleepless nights,
unconsolable crying, and temper tantrums. I pray that I never take one single
day for granted. And I will try my hardest not to complain about “being so
tired because my baby kept me up all night.” I know this is a lofty goal, but
this is what I am aspiring to. I am
trying to accept – even before his sweet arrival – that there will be many
sleepless nights, frustrations, and many unexpected crises so that when that
time comes I can also accept that as normal and learn to love that process too.
I want to find joy in my son, and I never want him to hear that his momma felt
anything but love and gratitude for him.
So as I prepare for the birth of my son tomorrow, I pray God keeps all these things in the front of my mind, and that I would always remember what a blessing he is.
Congratulations -- I will be thinking of you. I have loved following your journey. Can't wait to see pictures! :)
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