Last Wednesday I had my first proper freakout. My boy stopped kicking me reducing me
to a shivering, quivering crying mess.
My boy has been a good wee kicker, a nice routine especially in the
evening. But this night, he just
didn’t give me a nudge in the tummy like normal.
I’d been browsing the net after a busy day at work not
really noticing when Jared asked if our boy had been kicking well today. Then I realised I hadn’t felt him since
I’d been home… eek, worry starts
to creep in. Then off to bed when
he definitely gives me a few quick kicks before sleep. Still nothing. I, we, lay there waiting for the
movement.
It’s amazing how quickly my mind flicked through
everything I’d need to do practically if I didn’t get that kick, if that heart
had stopped beating – go to hospital and confirm, ring work, deliver my baby,
pack away all the blue I’d just filled the draws with so I’d now have one box
of unworn pink and one of unworn blue newborn clothes! All this while I was a shivering, quivering
crying mess.
And then, my boy… he woke up and gave me a big kick in
the tummy.
My gosh how I LOVE that feeling. How I cherish his movements, his
confirmation that “hey mummy, I’m here and ok – I was just having a big
sleep!”. Darn it little boy – I
love you soo much, no more giving me frights like that.
The next day at work I was telling a fellow male
co-worker about my freak-out. I
know he was trying to be helpful but his down playing comment of “Oh Di, babies
don’t kick all the time” really didn’t help. Yes, tell me that once you have had a child die inside you and the sign
that they had died was their lack of movement (pretty sure you wouldn’t if you
had).
I know you can’t understand but there is no way you
can ever diminish my fear. Don’t
try to comprehend because I doubt you can. The fear I have is real, based on experience. I hope history does not repeat, but I know
that it could and can.
I love this child in my belly and am so glad that his
kicks have returned to normal again over the last few nights. So is his dad!!
Oh, I'm sorry for the worries! I had that same freak out a month ago. After a few weeks of lots of movement, the little one was too quiet. I almost called the midwife but I was only 21 weeks and knew there was nothing to do even if something was wrong. After a quiet couple of days, he got busier again. Such a bad feeling to feel so worried and helpless!
ReplyDeleteGosh, how scary! I'm nowhere near there yet, so can only imagine how your mind raced into the darkness. I really REALLY hope you have as few of those moments as possible. Come on little one - stop freaking mom out!
ReplyDeleteI hate those moments, it is just as easy to convince myself that she has or will die than it is to convince myself that she will probably be ok. Glad he started moving for you again!
ReplyDeleteOh I'm so sorry. I know I found it so difficult to believe that I was actually going to bring my little boy home. Glad that he has been kicking about like normal and I'm sorry for what your colleague said to you, as you say, unless you've been through this experience, it is not really one that you can understand x
ReplyDeleteI understand the freak outs. Those kicks are precious. It is understandable to need those kicks. Keep kicking little one.
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