When it comes to telling childbirth stories, every woman’s story is different and unique.
I had second thoughts about sharing mine because I imagined it wouldn’t appeal to majority of my readers, who I often consider when putting together a post, but then again I figured that someone who’s part of my audience or has just stumbled upon my blog might enjoy it, relate to it… Also, writing it online would be a good way to preserve it for Zain as the years go by.
I don’t do super long posts, so please stay tuned for part two.
I’ll keep it real and raw.
22nd June was my due date while I was pregnant. Being a first time mother, I took it upon myself to read widely on pregnancy, labor and birth, from the knowledge I gained I knew that there was a high possibility I would go over my due date and probably give birth at a later date. Only 3-5% of babies arrive on their due date.
22nd June was my due date while I was pregnant. Being a first time mother, I took it upon myself to read widely on pregnancy, labor and birth, from the knowledge I gained I knew that there was a high possibility I would go over my due date and probably give birth at a later date. Only 3-5% of babies arrive on their due date.
I inwardly hoped my baby would arrive sooner rather than later. I remember being quite disappointed when I hit my 38th week and 39th week pregnancy milestones realizing I hadn’t gone into labor yet, aside from desperately wanting to meet my little angel, I was done being pregnant, done n’ done! I couldn’t pregnant anymore haha!
At around 2 a.m. on the morning of June 22nd, I felt my belly harden with a cramp for the very first time, later that cramp was followed by weak contractions, barely there contractions, which were far apart and inconsistent. I wasn’t sure if they were Braxton Hicks or not, I honestly had no inkling that in a matter of hours things would get interesting.
I woke up feeling super energetic and wanting to bake... Yeah, for some weird reason I wanted to bake something, anything. Top on my craving list were bananas while I was pregnant, I loved bananas soooo much, in a way that I hadn’t pre-pregnancy. That morning I baked banana bread and it came out really great, allow me to brag! Lol! Everyone present at my mom’s house loved it.
Around 12 p.m. in the afternoon, I went to lay down for a bit. I didn’t think it necessary to mention to anybody about the hardening of my stomach, I assumed it was the baby moving around in tight quarters. I wound up napping with no complaints.
At about 3 p.m. I woke up, took a shower, watched some TV, all the while having inconsistent contractions which I doubted were the real thing. I was 40 weeks and 2 days pregnant, but convinced that I would give birth at either 41 weeks or 42 weeks.
I’ll stop right here for today. Please drop by again to read more on what happened as my labor progressed and the lowdown of my birth experience.
Happy new month! December is one of my favorite months by the way, yes, because of Christmas! And yes, because it’s my birth month.
