Does stress when your pregnant affect your baby?
Monday, 9 September 2013 | Mummy and Little Me
I've made a couple of mistakes this week. Not huge ones, just a couple of littles ones, small but poignant ones.
I made that decision on Friday and now it's Sunday and I've only spoken to my Mum and the dog so maybe that decision isn't practical, I think I'll have to start spending time with people and just try to exercise some self control for once. I think it'll be best for mine and the baby's sake but especially for my Mum's who really does deserve a medal for being so supportive.
The second mistake I made was while I waiting for Celebrity Big Brother to come on I switched onto a programme call The Midwives. The title says it all really. It's a programme about midwives which is basically just an hour long coverage of people giving birth. Why I switched it on I still can't fathom, I knew what it was, people had warned me about it, but off I went, feeling brave, turning the channel to BBC2 thinking I can handle this. Before I got pregnant I watched practically every episode of One Born Every Minute. I used to love it. Love seeing those women going through all that pain, to get their baby at the end of it and I'd find myself hugging the dog with tears streaming down my face, marvelling at nature and how special it is. However since that stick turned blue I've avoided it at all costs. Again I don't know why. I don't think that I'm frightened of childbirth. The way I see it is that although it's going to be incredibly painful you're surrounded by professionals to help you through it. Women that have delivered thousands of babies are there to hold your hand and dish out pain relief so what can go wrong? Famous last words!
So I turned on The Midwives just as a 27 year old girl was giving birth to an 8lb 10 baby. OH! MY! GOD! They plonked her on the loo to help her push, she walked around the room with about 5 people in it with no pants on, moaning and groaning. She was hoisted onto the bed with legs splayed while strangers told her what to do and her husband lovingly supported her and she gave birth to a massive baby. She was determined to squeeze it out and she did, bless her. None of this freaked me out until they pulled out the baby. They pulled out this huge life, handed it over to her and it flopped onto her chest and it was the look on the mums face that did it. That look that said "oh my word, what the heck is this?" The look was complete shock really. Pregnancy is one thing but at the end there is going to be a baby, a life that's totally reliant on me to look after it and I'm so worried that I'm not going to be up for the job. The only time I've picked up a baby book is to kill a daddy long legs with it. So I'm now going to embark on a One Born Every Minute/ The Midwives marathon to get me prepared. Get me prepared for the birth, but mostly, to get used to the fact that there's going to be an extra person here at the end of it all.
I've started already, I bought a couple of little bits, tshirts, wipes etc, and I'm determined to have everything I need for when the baby gets here, because its not like when the baby is crying at 3 in the morning I have anyone to send out for another bottle or dummy from the 24 hour Tesco so I'm pushing myself to have everything I need in place.
So a few lessons learnt this week and a whole load of new things for me to worry about and don't know what the next 20 weeks have in store for me or if I'm going to be able to get through it but I do know that if I go down, I'm taking the dog with me!