Faking It Until You Make It

Faking It Until You Make It

Jason- birth
Jason at Birth

After we lost Zoë I really desired to have another girl; one I could actually get to parent. About 10 months after we lost her, we found out I was pregnant and were very excited. The 20 week ultrasound was when we found out that baby was a boy – I was upset at the time as I wanted a girl so much that I thought that this baby was a girl. Jason has such a big heart and can be very empathetic for a 6 1/2 year old and I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

Alex - Birth
Alex a few days old

When we decided to have another baby I wasn’t concerned about the gender for certain reasons;

  • If baby was a boy we already had a lot of boy stuff and didn’t need to worry about clothes and whatnot, I was already experiencing life as boy’s mum.
  • It would just be the icing on the cake, the cherry on top to have a girl and I would finally have the girl I wanted.

At 20 weeks we found out baby was a boy and when he arrived, Alex was a pretty easy baby, he hardly cried and was sleeping through at 5 weeks (I think). When Alex reached the terrible two’s he was no longer as cruisy – it was like he’d finally found his voice.

Rylee - Birth
Rylee a few days old

After a few years we decided to try for one more baby and this time that desire for a girl was at the forefront – even Jason said baby was a girl. We found out at the 20 week ultrasound that baby was indeed our long-awaited girl and that she was perfectly forming and there were no concerns.

With this information you would have thought I’d be over the moon, but you know what I only was for a short time; it was a feeling of apathy, maybe there was a part of me that feared getting excited in case something happened and we lost her. I remember feeling guilty I wasn’t more excited and tried the old adage “Fake it until you make it”.

When she was finally here and breathing – even then I still had a sense of anxiety until she smiled when she was only a few days old and that’s when my love for her just exploded.

I still have moments of regret that I wasn’t excited when I was pregnant with her, but it was also a difficult pregnancy as I had constant Braxton hicks from around 15 weeks gestation; didn’t find out until 34 weeks that I had an Irritable uterus. I had been so determined to enjoy my last pregnancy; however that was not to be.

During my pregnancy with Zoë the bond was there from the get-go, which is one of the reasons her loss hit me so hard. With Jason I was super excited and even though I can’t remember if the bond was there from the beginning but I do know it was there from the moment he was born.

The 3rd trimester was a bit rough when I was pregnant with Alex and when he was born I didn’t have a bond with him – however my husband did.

Just because we may not enjoy a pregnancy or the bond with our child is not instantaneous this does not mean we are bad mums. It may have taken a year or so for me to feel a bond with Alex but eventually it did happen.

A key thing to remember is that if we feel we are struggling and want to give up; then asking for help is the best thing to do. In my opinion it takes a strong person to ask for help when we need it, I know as mums we sometimes we think that someone may think we are not good mums if we struggle so we try to be what society expects of us, we need to try and let go of others expectation and do the best thing for us and for our children – Mums you are important as well.

Zoe - scan
Zoe’s Scan
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Night-time Adventure

Night-time Adventure

It’s funny how when our children get worryingly sick, that’s when our eyes are opened to the extent of love we have for them, especially for the ones that constantly seem to push our limits.

Last night I ended up taking my 4 year old son Alex up to the hospital as his temp was a bit high, he was lethargic and had a loss of appetite. Alex is the only one of my kids I’ve never really worried about; even when at a week and a half old he had to go back into hospital as he was Jaundice. At that time I was more concerned about being away from my eldest boy who was 20 months old.Alex at WAM

Alex is normally a chatty, energetic boy and last night he was far from that, fortunately he doesn’t stay down for very long and this morning even though he still has a high temp he’s back to his chatty self. He’s still not very hungry but I’m just glad to have my chatty boy back. Thinking over last night’s “adventure” made me realize how much I love my youngest son, I knew I loved him but he’s the one the pushes my buttons the most, the one who can really test my patience, so never fully realised how much I love him.

I find it interesting looking back over the time when Alex was a baby I can see the signs of P.N.D but it never really clicked with me at the time – it was pretty mild. It took over a year or so to bond with him and he was a lot easier as a baby than Jason. Alex was “sleeping through the night” by about 5 weeks old. Even when he did wake he didn’t make a noise so I wouldn’t know he had woken up until I went and checked on him. Yet even though he was a easy baby I felt like it was a chore to care for him, now I feel a tad bit guilty about that, though it wasn’t an intentional feeling.

When my eldest boy Jason was a baby, I always seemed to worry about him – the slightest cold had me taking him up to the hospital and with my daughter Rylee I’m always a little bit more cautious

 

when it comes to her health. Jason has never really been sick other than the Jaundice as a baby, chicken pox and a mild case of bronchitis. Rylee has never been sick though I think because she’s so dainty I don’t want her getting sick as she doesn’t have the “padding” her brothers did when they were babies.

3 kids

I love all my kids equally but differently as they are different people, sometimes it can take a while to bond with your child; that is okay just keep pushing through, and if you need help it’s always out there through friends, family, church, and other groups. Parenting is not easy and we all need help sometimes, we shouldn’t hesitate to ask, especially when it comes to the physical and mental health of the parent or child.