When I was pregnant with my first daughter I was nothing but
excited. Even from weeks 6 to 12 when the morning sickness was in full
gear I just couldn't wait to become a parent. I nibbled on saltine
crackers and apple slices feeling sick as a dog, but the whole time
thinking "This is going to be so worth it in the end". Boy was I
right! The day Gwenevere was born was perhaps the happiest day of my
life. All of that nausea and heartburn was definitely worth it.
Unfortunately
with my twins I learned a hard lesson that sometimes it isn't worth it
in the end. When I was pregnant with them my morning sickness was
literally twice as bad. If I wasn't vomiting I was laying on the
bathroom floor writhing with waves of nausea. After two weeks of being
unable to even care for my 1 year daughter I started taking prescription
anti-nausea medication. They helped enough. I stopped vomiting but I
still had constant nausea. I was only able to eat apple slices,
crackers and baby food purees of applesauce and pears (only with plastic
spoons, because the metal taste made me gag). Through it all I kept up
my mantra "This is going to be so worth it in the end". This time I
had the anticipation of bringing home not just one baby, but two and I
was trilled beyond belief. Sadly, all I came home with from the
hospital were flowers and two memory boxes filled with trinkets donated
by volunteers. In the end it was not worth it.
Now I
find myself right in the midst of 1st trimester hell once again. I am
10 weeks pregnant today, so I know if just a couple of short weeks the
misery will be over. I am once again on prescription anti nausea
medication after being admitted to the hospital for dehydration. I find
myself wanting to go back to my mantra, but I can't. I feel angry and
bitter about this morning sickness. I know that this could end in one
of the happiest days of my life, or one of the saddest and I'm finding
it hard to be optimistic. I am ashamed to admit that the other day
while crying I told my husband "I don't want to be pregnant". It's not
that I don't want this baby, I do. It's just that I want to not be at
this point. Had our twins been born healthy and lived we would have
been done having children. I want to be there, not here.
I
know that if we are able to make it to the end of this pregnancy and
deliver a healthy baby I will fall so instantly and deeply in love all
of this won't matter. I will say that I would have been sick every day
for a year if it meant having this baby. I also know if this pregnancy
doesn't result in a healthy baby my saddness and anger will just
deepen. I just don't know if I can handle that. So while I can't
really put my heart into it and believe, I will try. "This is going to
be so worth it in the end"!!
I'm so happy for you and can say I have been in a very similar position. I literally didn't believe I would ever have a child or that it would ever "be worth it" until I heard my son cry. Good luck and keep up posted.
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