Monday, June 21, 2010
Our first meet and greet with the doctor
Well that was an interesting experience. It was our first meet and greet with a doctor for our child. I have about 6 weeks to find one and I hope they go better than this one. The doctor was nice, but firm on his beliefs. I am not looking to treat my child by someone elses beliefs. Who's right is it to tell me what vaccines to give my child and when to give them. That breastfeeding is the best and pretty much only way to go. And to breast feed for at least 18 months to 2 years. That this is the way a mother and child bond. Who is this doctor to tell me that this is how it has to be done. Bullspit. I will treat my child the way I find best. I don't smoke, barely drink (not at all while prego), and and don't do drugs. For him to act snyde about me researching things online and from other sources is rude. I do hope that the next visits can go better.
32 Weeks and Counting
Here I am 32 weeks into what I thought would be an experience I would never forget. Boy was I right. It took me until my 3rd trimester to realize that I can feel anyway I want in this pregnancy.
I never thought I would have this oppurtunity so finding out I was pregnant was the biggest and best surprise of my life. I thought everyone else would be there too. That was an unrealistic thought. From my mother in-law constantly saying in the begining to me " Are you sure you should tell people, it's not like you are in the clear yet?". To everyone else's opinion.
I was miserable and depressed for what I should have been overjoyed and beaming.
My favorite line that people would say to me was "Women have been doing this for thousands of years". Yeah well this is the frist time I have done this, so flip off. I never actually said that to anyone, but I should have. I had every right and still do to feel the way I feel, wether it is emotionally or physically. No two pregnancies are alike. Your pregnancy is not mine so get over yourself.
I was sick for 4 and 1/2 months straight. Just the idea of standing up would make me sick and poop on morning sickness, I had all day and night sickness. It did go away and I am thankful for that. I was tired and irritable. My husband would probably say I was just downright Bitchy, and you know what he would be right. I was mean and crabby 24/7. It didn't matter who you were, if you were in my path you probably got my wrath at one point or another. Some of that I will blame on the hormones, but a huge part was I couldn't take everyone else anymore.
I want other woman out there to know that it is okay to be angry when people hurt your feelings and undermine you and this experience YOU are having.
I will never forget the experience I had when we decided on a name for our daughter. Now it is not traditional by any means, but it is meaningful. We chose Kamal after my great grandmother. I was so excited and it felt complete knowing this is to be her name. Boy oh boy, the grief we took from family and friends. Alot of people didn't like it and they didn't have a problem sharing that. The small jokes of calling her camel, ha ha I get it. However when someone repeatedly called her camel toe and others thought it was to funny to say she would the camel humps everyone would want to ride, I was infuriated. I am talking about grown ups here, not children, and to top it off these were people who are supposed to love us and be joyful with us.
Instead of saying how I felt I became angered and depressed. My husband was the one I punished the most, and he let me out of love. I went in to hiding from most and became very bitter and guarded. Instead of letting it go I let others stupidity and ignorance ruin part of my experience. Well not anymore. I am here to tell all of you moms to be and moms out there, don't let this happen to you.
THIS IS YOUR EXPERIENCE, NO ONE ELSE'S.
I have about 8 weeks left and am ebracing every moment of it, no matter what anyone has to say. I will chat with you later, maybe next week.
Little D
I never thought I would have this oppurtunity so finding out I was pregnant was the biggest and best surprise of my life. I thought everyone else would be there too. That was an unrealistic thought. From my mother in-law constantly saying in the begining to me " Are you sure you should tell people, it's not like you are in the clear yet?". To everyone else's opinion.
I was miserable and depressed for what I should have been overjoyed and beaming.
My favorite line that people would say to me was "Women have been doing this for thousands of years". Yeah well this is the frist time I have done this, so flip off. I never actually said that to anyone, but I should have. I had every right and still do to feel the way I feel, wether it is emotionally or physically. No two pregnancies are alike. Your pregnancy is not mine so get over yourself.
I was sick for 4 and 1/2 months straight. Just the idea of standing up would make me sick and poop on morning sickness, I had all day and night sickness. It did go away and I am thankful for that. I was tired and irritable. My husband would probably say I was just downright Bitchy, and you know what he would be right. I was mean and crabby 24/7. It didn't matter who you were, if you were in my path you probably got my wrath at one point or another. Some of that I will blame on the hormones, but a huge part was I couldn't take everyone else anymore.
I want other woman out there to know that it is okay to be angry when people hurt your feelings and undermine you and this experience YOU are having.
I will never forget the experience I had when we decided on a name for our daughter. Now it is not traditional by any means, but it is meaningful. We chose Kamal after my great grandmother. I was so excited and it felt complete knowing this is to be her name. Boy oh boy, the grief we took from family and friends. Alot of people didn't like it and they didn't have a problem sharing that. The small jokes of calling her camel, ha ha I get it. However when someone repeatedly called her camel toe and others thought it was to funny to say she would the camel humps everyone would want to ride, I was infuriated. I am talking about grown ups here, not children, and to top it off these were people who are supposed to love us and be joyful with us.
Instead of saying how I felt I became angered and depressed. My husband was the one I punished the most, and he let me out of love. I went in to hiding from most and became very bitter and guarded. Instead of letting it go I let others stupidity and ignorance ruin part of my experience. Well not anymore. I am here to tell all of you moms to be and moms out there, don't let this happen to you.
THIS IS YOUR EXPERIENCE, NO ONE ELSE'S.
I have about 8 weeks left and am ebracing every moment of it, no matter what anyone has to say. I will chat with you later, maybe next week.
Little D
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