When talking to my friends the other week about our delivery stories, I realized just how different all of our labors were. One friend had a c-section, another had to endure forceps and suction, two friends pushed for what seemed like forever and then me & my friend LP both struggled with preeclampsia. Which is what I am going to post about today.
So, before I begin this post I feel like I need to go ahead and say one thing. I hate to even type this but… I am aware of how blessed I am that I had a healthy baby. I know that my husband and I were blessed enough to have a baby and to not have struggled to expand our family. And I realize that things could have been a lot worse. So nobody really needs to remind me that I should be grateful that my child didn’t have to spend weeks in the NICU or that I don’t need to complain since there are some people out there who can’t even have kids. Because as I said, I am aware. And I pray, and hate it for those who had these kind of issues.
That being said, I am sharing this for one purpose. Not for pity that I didn't have a regular, run-of-the-mill deliver. I am sharing this because I want to share it. I want someone out there with preeclampsia who is scared of what's ahead to be reassured that things might be bad, but they will pass. That it is okay to not look like a super model after your delivery like all the girls on Pinterest (and it's okay if you look absolutely amazing too ).
|a very swollen me, sitting with my feet propped up at my baby shower almost a month before Sawyer was born|
Later when I Googled "preeclampsia delivery" and "magnesium sulfate drip and delivery" I felt so much better. Hundred and thousands of mothers had posted about how they hadn't had the energy to hold their child or how they couldn't even focus on how amazing their baby was because they were so out of it from the drugs. I realized that I wasn't alone.
|I remember seeing this picture of me and being so upset... (despite it being a great shot, Michelle)|
|never had I been more happy to have a blurred face.|
After I was able to eat for the first time in 3 days, and shower for the first time in our 4 day hospital stay, I felt so much better. The magnesium wore off, my stitches didn't hurt so bad and I felt like a "normal", tired mother to a newborn. That horrible feeling didn't last forever and I was so happy to take every picture I could with my Sawbug and Josh.
|a much happier photo taken two months later at PirateFest (another shot by Josh's cousin Michelle)|
So sister-friends out there, trust me in saying that it gets better. And that it's okay not to feel amazing and happy and beautiful after giving birth, and it's okay if you do too. And if this post made you never want to have a baby ever, sorry...