As I lay in bed last night,attempting to catch a few winks before the next feeding,it suddenly occurred to me why I strongly disliked the experience of being pregnant.
I never felt like I was creating a life as much as I did that I was destroying one.
And there,in a nutshell, was 38.5 weeks...the whole deal. It wasn't the heartburn,nausea,sciatica,45 lb weight gain, random migraines,shortness of breath,inability to bend over,15 daily trips to the restroom, finger & toe swelling...or the diabetes angle(12+ daily checks,tripled insulin daily dose,skating the edge of constant hypos,1-2 x/week doctor appointments,1-2x/week emailing blood sugar logs)...or the giving up of alcohol,lunch meat,soft cheeses,any painkiller not beginning with a T,hotdogs,80% of daily Diet Coke intake,caffeine....exercise,any truly comfortable sleeping position( I don't remember the last time I slept for 7 straight hours).And that is a relatively "good" uncomplicated pregnancy. (What it would be like to be bed-bound the entire time I just can't imagine) But even that isn't that much of an issue, if you are fairly certain your kid will turn out ok. I never had that assurance,& for the entire pregnancy it was shoved in my face that if something happened,if anything happened,it was probably due to my sub-par a1c. That is why I didn't enjoy my pregnancy..the overwhelming guilt about everything, 24 hours a day. The fact that my baby doesn't seem to have any residual ill effects is nothing short of a miracle(& boy,do I know it..at no point during my pregnancy did I have an acceptable a1c. Better,yes,but not good.)
This much I know, feeling like you are hurting another human being is the worst feeling ever( I know it's not my fault,& that's just the nature of the disease to fluctuate). And post-pregnancy,it just leaves you really ticked off at the disease(even with excellent control,some babies still have low bgs..& the temperature issues were not due to the diabetes but still I'm ticked off at it) Just gotta get all this out...it's the rantings of someone who still can't quite believe what it was actually like.
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Monday, March 05, 2012
Hush, Little Baby, don't you cry
Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond studded rattle
If that rattle goes and gets stolen
Daddy's gonna pay for your entire private school education
If that education leads to being bored
Daddy's gonna buy you a Nintendo Wii
If that Wii doesn't get you sufficient exercise
Daddy's gonna buy you a BMX
If that BMX results in a broken leg
Daddy's gonna buy you a $15,000 surgery
If that surgery is sucessful
Daddy's gonna buy you a Mercedes Bentz.
If that Mercedez Bentz leads to jail
Daddy's gonna spring & pay your bail.
If, by then, you have a gal
Daddy's gonna pay for the wedding
If that marriage produces kids
Daddy's gonna lose what remaining hairs he has.
(Daddy will also have zero of an estate to bestow)
Kids are expensive,even if one isn't a millionaire...which we're not.(FTR) First kid's always get somewhat spoiled anyway,just by virtue of being the first.