Reece was born at 39 wks due to several negative factors via emergency C-section. I thought was the end of the world but with all the help of the hospital staff kept me sane through it all and not so bad. When Reece was in my womb I always said I had an acrobat in my tummy. When they pulled him out his legs were straight up in the air and all the staff said I had an acrobat on my hands! Not to mention he snorted the piglet. Which concidentally his room is classic pooh! … Read more
Susan is so very happy, but she’s finding it hard to know, whether to tell her secret, or to wait for it to grow. The secret comes with a time limit, and she knows this very well, for no matter when she says it, the secret will show and tell. Soon that sweet little secret will dress in flesh and bone, it will cry and sleep and smile, in its brand new shape and form. You see, bodies hide many secrets throughout the years they give, but only women have the power to make a secret live.
In an ultrasound at seven months, the baby stuck out his tongue. The doctor and I laughed. Then, there was silence. He'd found a genetic defect. Numb, I left the exam table and peed. I became a statistic: The baby needed surgery; the baby might have Down Syndrome; the baby might be born early; the baby might die. I got in my car and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. Then, I cried. But that little soul had me pegged. He survived and turned into the best news of my life. Heaven just couldn’t wait to tell me.
"Pregnant?" In my sleep I feel him lying awake.
"How many weeks?" My mother. "May not come to anything," she said when Sarah announced at four. I'm eleven.
When I hear the heartbeat I could burst with joy.
The books are full of warnings, tests, deadly cheeses. I hardly dare breath.
I come home spotting blood. Pregnancy and work are too much. "Other people manage," he says.
I want cherishing, nourishing, nurturing. Glowing serenely. "Unrealistic expectations," he says.
He starts shouting, perhaps to bridge the growing chasm.
In the … Read more
Mom was my birth coach since I was sans significant other and conveniently missed Lamaze class by delivering prior to attending. Two children delivered under heavy 1970’s era sedation made her fully qualified. She insisted I go natural, I think to live vicariously. While timing my hold a gallon up the butt so you don’t poop on the doctor marathon she giggled incessantly escalating to a ‘times up’ guffaw. Her coaching breaths through contractions sounded more like a death rattle and really confused the nurses. When Eva arrived my mother beamed, "she looks like Read more
Due date: April 11th, 1988. Complications ensue. Induced March 30th. Me: "Doctor, I cannot have this baby March 31st - that's my stepson's birthday and he'll plotz!" Doctor: "Honey, I have news for you - you're having this baby March 31st. Now push!" I hold out as long as I can then realize the alternative: an April fool! Baby Will is born March 31st. Me: "Happy 14th Birthday, Jonathan - it's a brother!" Eventually, he forgave me. They call each other "Bro."
The first pregnancy test I took showed one bright pink line and one faint pink line. Was I pregnant?! I had never seen a positive pregnancy test before. The picture in the directions showed a bold second line, not one so faint you had to squint to see it. I took a second test: same results, same confusion. There was only one way to determine if this was a positive. My husband peed on the third test. I had my answer. I was pregnant and my husband definitely was not.
I married a man to soon. I didn't know he was a drug addict. I found out I was pregnant while he was in rehab. Due to the stress, I lost the baby. 8 months later I found myself pregnant at 39. I had just told him I was pregnant. He stabbed me fourteen times and cut my throat. I survived as did my son. Birth was a C-section at 40. I had a infection following birth and stayed in the hospital for over a month. The first month of his life I was gone. Not anymore! I LOVE … Read more
My grandma flew down with my mom to visit us. I decided I couldn't keep the secret any longer even though we had just found out ourselves. So, I told her out on the sunny porch as she sat wearing a straw hat and playing with the cat. I whispered in her ear "I'm pregnant!" She kicked her wheelchair closer to me and broke into a grin. And then she laughed and pointed at my husband and said, "It was you!" Grandma died peacefully that June, a month before our daughter was born. At least she knew.
After two own pregnancies and after the time I was thinking that only my two children are the best of the world I saw the truth: all new born babies are important, are equal. They are a wonder and holy. With this thinking no more religion war makes sense...or do you want to tell me that a mother is proud when her child kills people in the name of god?
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