A Celebration of Thanks: DAY 2: A TIME WHEN YOU WERE STRONG
I didn’t have an easy pregnancy with Avery. Especially the last few months. Gestational diabetes. Bed rest. Preeclampsia. High blood pressure. Then getting induced early because of all these health issues. No fun.
I felt like I handled it all pretty well, considering. I tried not to complain as much as I wanted to. I did this to myself, after all!
I remember really wanting to just be done being pregnant! I was sure everything would be easier without all these restrictions. And it was…partly.
The first three months after a baby is born is known as “The Fourth Trimester” because the baby is still developing so much. And a lot of other reasons I can’t remember. You can look it up.
I think this fourth trimester was my hardest. By far.
You guys. Babies are hard. They cry all the time. They can’t tell you why. They sleep when you don’t want them to. And are awake [crying] when you want to sleep. They hate car rides. And they make the cat go insane. Seriously, Lucy went off the rails when we brought Avery home. She’s mostly fine now.
And then, you are holding that baby and look at her and cry because you can’t believe she is yours and finally here. And hormones. But mostly the overwhelming amount of love you feel for this squishy tiny little peanut.
I feel like I was incredibly strong to have survived those first few months and not run away. And knowing I survived the first time makes me know I can do it again!