Babies
Honestly, everyone loves a baby. The cute faces, the tiny body, the coos, the giggles, the smile. You may want one, but no one tells you the ins and outs of having a baby. Now everyone and every pregnancy is different, I can tell you that now. Everyone has different experiences as well.
At nineteen I had my first. A very handsome little boy. He is now two years old. I was excited and nervous all at once. There was a little human going to be growing inside me. Would I be a good mom? What if something goes wrong?
I was sick every morning for a week and the rest of the nine months went well. Now, I am a small person and my son was born at 8.5 pounds. I was induced on his due date. It was pretty early in the morning. We got to the hospital at 6 and were brought into a room at about 7. It took all day before I got to meet my baby boy. When it came down to the nitty gritty. Pushing sucked. It hurt more and less than I thought. I have had heavy things fall on my foot, and trying to get this baby out hurt more than that. But then my doctor came in. He was mad at the nurse. She was acting lazy and my son had been stuck at my hips. Y'all, this kid takes after his daddy. He has some crazy broad shoulders. I had some help ( thank you vacuum) and he finally came into the world. That was horrible pain. No words can describe how it felt. But it was all over when I met him.
Then was my second baby. A little girl. She is one. They are 14 months apart. She was rough. I had the worst pain all through the pregnancy. My placenta was low (which is not good) for most of it. After it moved back up (I slept with a pillow under my lower back and it went back into place) I had a pinched nerve. Then the week we had her (it was Saturday) I was in the ER for labor like pains being told I had an infection. Then Thursday (the day before I was supposed to be induced which was her estimated due date) I had her in the morning. Labor hurt and I got the epidural for the second time. But that wasn't the worst pain. The worst pain was looking at my baby girl (one of two under 18 on my husbands side of the family) with her cord around her neck, face blue and not breathing. I thought we lost her and I was horribly heartbroken. My doctor along with slight help from my husband worked so fast to get the cord off her. My doctor (he is amazing) was very calm through the whole thing, and got her breathing and crying, working her lungs. I cried. I was very happy.
I had slight PPD. I didn't realize it. I wasn't aging as much attention to my son or much of anything. I took care of them because I had too. Looking back, I think that her birth traumatized me and through me into a depression. Luckily, my husband pointed it out and I started paying attention and loving on both my kids and him. I started doing things that made me happy.
I really want to point out and say, when and if you have a baby and you aren't interested in anything or are just going through the motions and something doesn't feel right, please talk to your doctor. You didn't do anything wrong. It does happen to anyone. You don't have to go through it alone.