Sunday, December 2, 2012

What I Wish I Had Known About Pregnancy, Part 1

It's been a long time that I've been meaning to write down all of the things I wish I had known before being pregnant.  Lesson one: everything you plan on doing gets done in no less than 3xs the amount of time you thought it would take.  This blog I wanted to write when I was in the hospital? Yeah, here we are, 10 months later...

But before I continue, let me preface this trilogy of posts with a disclaimer.  Please read this for what it is: a letter to myself; I would never judge anyone's experience but my own.  If I ever decide to try another pregnancy there are so many things I want to do differently and writing them down is my only chance at remembering.  (Lesson two: Pregnancy Brain, real.  Never goes away, true.  But I take offense at people assuming I don't have a memory anymore.  It's just that there's SO MUCH MORE to remember and think about).  That being said, I would have loved to have something like this to read as an expecting or new mom! Which is what motivated me to make these personal thoughts public.

OH! One more disclaimer.  I'm going to talk about poop in lesson nine so skip that one if it's too much information for you. Ok, moving on.

Lesson three: Workout 4-5 days every week.  You're not going to want to.  You're going to be exhausted--your body is creating the miracle of life...yeah, that's hard work.  But not giving up on exercise might be the biggest lesson I want to remember for any future pregnancy.  When your body is changing and you have no control over what's happening to you and you even have moments where you lose a sense of self and feel more like a vessel than a woman, exercise is one of the only things you can do to make you feel like YOU again.  You're in charge.  Anything that counts as exercise goes: you can walk, swim, use resistance bands or lift weights (be careful with this one though--certain lifts/weights should be avoided), run, take exercise classes, do yoga...anything.  It's good for your physical health, it's good for the baby's health, and most importantly, it is good for your mental health.  I promise.

Lesson four: Do yoga.  It's exercise (see lesson three), it's stretching parts of your body that are going to become tight and tender, and it gives your running mind a place to calm down and center.

Lesson five: Eat healthfully, but don't stress about eating.  Eat when you're hungry, stop when you're full.  Your body knows what it's doing.

Lesson six: Pregnancy can be isolating.  Everyone thinks they know what to tell you, and everyone assumes you want to talk about it.  Women who haven't been pregnant want to know what it's like (but how can you ever really explain it?).  Everyone is eager to tell you how beautiful you look (mostly because it's the one safe thing to say, and because they assume you're feeling hideous which--let's be honest--is probably true) and that you're doing a great job (but seriously, what do they know?)!  I have to be up front here though and say that I'm not a person who shares very personal information--especially not about what I'm feeling.  I know there are women who have a completely different experience than I did because they do actually want to talk about it.  And other women really do love being pregnant.  I didn't.  So I know that people really were trying to be supportive and, had I given them a chance, I might have been surprised by their capacity to empathize with me.  But mostly I was surprised by how irritated I got at the fact that (a) I didn't feel like I could ever be honest (while I knew it was worth it, I still mostly hated being pregnant and it's not really socially acceptable to say so), (b) no one really knew what I was going through (even women who have been pregnant because no two pregnancies are alike), and (c) there are so many changes happening physically and mentally that even if I did finally think about what I wanted to say, chances are I would be feeling completely differently 38 second later.

Lesson seven: Don't become a hermit.  It will be easy, especially in the first trimester, for your habits to change.  I was so sick and exhausted that I didn't want to see anyone or do anything.  But when I stayed home I just felt lonely and had time to worry and just got a bit down in general.  I wish I would have tried to maintain as much of my normal schedule as possible: friends, dates, movies, family dinners... This does get easier in the second and third trimesters when you feel better, but sometimes those habits you fall into are hard to break!

Lesson eight: If you have heartburn, talk to your doctor.  If it's bad there's no reason to rely on Tums if they aren't working.  There's medicine that you can take that will make you feel SO MUCH BETTER.

Lesson nine: Miralax works wonders for pregnancy constipation.  My doctors and I worked really hard and tried all sorts of laxatives that didn't work (I know, TMI, but seriously.  I WISH I would have known this before and if someone would have written it I would have been eternally thankful).  Finally we realized that the first thing we'd tried (Miralax) was the answer.  But instead of taking multiple doses over the course of the day, I had to take multiple doses at once, with LOTS of water.  Just like that, 6 weeks of constipation were done.  Hallelujah.

Lesson ten: Do "Good things, Hard things" everyday.  At the end of the night, tell someone or write down something good and something hard from your day.  It could be anything.  But it's a safe place to get out things that are bothering you and remind yourself of the joyful parts of pregnancy.

I know there's things I wanted to remember that I'm forgetting...which is why I really should have written some stuff down.  (Lesson eleven: write things down when you think about them).  But I'll call it a night.

Coming up: Part 2: What I wish I had known about giving birth, and Part 3: What I wish I had known about having a newborn.







Monday, November 19, 2012

"Having Kids Changes Your Relationship"

You know what I think it is more than anything?  Your instincts, that used to be perfectly honed to each other, are now all focused on learning to care for a new life.

If you have the blessing of a loving relationship, chances are you have never (before kids, that is) needed to explain your needs to your partner.  Or at least, very few of them.  In fact, it's probably one of the things that attracted you to each other in the first place: this effortless give and take where communication seems to happen through osmosis or something.  Your nearness to each other is really all that's needed.

Along comes the wee one.  Your hearts are filled with this joy you never understood until now, and the magic is an extension of the two of you.  Proof of what a miracle love is.

And then, as my husband and I joke all the time, it gets real, real quick.  You're changing diapers, up at 1am, and 2, and 3, and 5 (oh my gosh! He slept for two hours! Do you think he's starting to change his sleep pattern?) and 6 (nope).  Suddenly this rhythm of life that you had is not so much interrupted as completely obliterated...

Is he eating enough? Is he cold? Did you check his temperature? Did you change his diaper? Did you check his temperature? Is he eating enough? Does he have a stomach ache? Why is he screaming? They told us in the hospital to give him a bath in this sling but it's the supidest #$$*(% thing I've ever heard of--the kid's freezing.  How do I change this freaking thermometer to fahrenheit? Are there too many blankets? We're not supposed to cover him when he sleeps.  Why isn't he sleeping? We're not supposed to put him on his belly.

Wait, food?  I'm starving--did you cook dinner?  No, I didn't cook dinner.  I was breastfeeding and then he wouldn't sleep so I laid him down.  I put him on his belly and he fell asleep so much faster but then I was so afraid he wouldn't keep breathing that I just sat there and watched him.  And I tried to fold laundry but I just couldn't stop crying.  He did sleep for two hours though!  Oh my gosh, what if he's reversing his nights and days? NO I didn't cook dinner! Oh my god I didn't cook dinner! You've been working all day and you have class tonight too and all I've done is sit around here and get nothing done.  And you probably need to fill up the car with gas too.  Did you fill up the car with gas?

...Well, you get the picture.

See, the thing is, as much joy as a baby is (and I promise it IS a joy too; the previous two paragraphs of stress are truthful but that stress pales in comparison to the love you feel when you hold that sweet babe in your arms), they sort of take a lot of effort.  So all that time and energy you were able to spend anticipating each other's needs is now spent anticipating the BABY's needs.  And suddenly your partner doesn't know you need a hug right now, and you don't know your partner just wants you to say "thank you, I love you."  It's not that you don't know these things about each other or that you don't want to give each other all the love and affirmation you always did.  It's just that now you have to think about it, because all your instinct-emotions are being used to try to learn how to care for the most terrifying and wonderful responsibility you have ever had.

All those things that used to go unsaid might need to be shared now, and shared often.  At least until you figure out a new life rhythm with the three (or more!) of you.



Tuesday, September 4, 2012

You'll Understand When You Have Kids of Your Own


Everyone talks about how life-altering having a child is, but it's really hard to articulate how it feels.  I remember asking my girlfriends, "How does it feel to be a mom?"  Now, being on the receiving end of that question, I've thought a LOT about it.  How do I describe to someone what being a parent feels like?

It's not perfect.  But here's the closest I've got (and sorry, it's mushy.  But seriously, you asked what it feels like to be a parent.  What did you expect?):

Imagine a heart that's shared between two people.  I don't mean that one person has one half and the other person has the second half.  I mean that it's one single heart that beats in the ribs of two people.  That's what it felt like for me being in love with my husband.  It was like our hearts were always one heart, and without each other  in our lives we just felt...wrong...or off somehow.  Once we found each other, the closer we were the easier it was: as if our heart had to work harder to keep us strong when we were far apart.  But still, finding each other made us feel complete.  Happy.  Even from a distance.  

Now imagine that same heart.  But instead of being protected by your ribs AND the ribs of your partner, it is passed through your body and living outside of you in your child.  Suddenly you see this love radiating in every corner of your world.  When it was inside you, you could never see how strong, how beautiful it was.   But, with the splendor comes terror too.  Every day is agony.  It doesn't matter where you are, how close your baby is.  Your heart will never be inside you again.  It goes with that baby wherever he goes, and nothing will keep it safe forever.