While I was pregnant I read lots and lots of preggo blogs. I had no idea what was happening to my body and LORD, people don’t tell you 80% of what pregnancy involves. They wait until AFTER you are pregnant to start droppin’ bombs. No one told me I’d want to sleep 23 hours a day or that I would be horribly crabby if you dared to wake me up. No one told me about discharge or weird smells or what Braxton Hicks would feel like.
I would see comments about miscarriages or death of a baby and I would feel sad for those women. Those women who weren’t as healthy as me. Those women who didn’t take care of themselves like I did. Those women who must have done something to not have a perfectly healthy baby. I believed that I was doing things the right way and when you do things the right way, the right outcome happens.
Then my son was born crazy premature and he died 30 days later.
I am one of THOSE women. Continue reading