(That’s how I’m going to refer to you since we haven’t picked a name yet)
First of all, I would like to thank you for choosing your daddy and me as your parents. We got married to start a family in the first place, so postponing having kids was never in our agenda. On the contrary, we really wanted to have kids as soon as we were married.
It was one morning after I was late for 3 days (I know.. I was supposed to wait until I’m late for 10 days, according to the rule) that I tested – and 2 stripes appeared! I got mixed feelings, but excitement was not there until your daddy found the test pack (I put it in a place he would have definitely seen), because somehow I already got the feeling that you were there since a couple of weeks earlier. I kept calm, browsed for good obstetricians nearby, and visited to confirm your presence on his earliest weekend practice schedule.
Then the adventure continues..
My friends told me that they had morning sickness in the first trimester, but I didn’t. Yes I got heartburn and nausea now and then, but never once (except the one time when I caught a cold from getting too tired from traveling) I puked a lot like my friends. Instead, my appetite was doubled – I had to eat every 2 hours so that the nausea didn’t kick in. I ended up covering my pregnancy until the 13th week successfully (because your grandparents said it’s a taboo to announce a pregnancy before the first trimester is passed), even though almost all of my pants didn’t fit anymore.
Entering the second trimester, surprisingly the heartburn and nausea were gone. I started to wear pregnancy pants (the kind where the waist area is substituted with soft and elastic fabrics) and proudly showed the world my baby bump. The most magical thing happened was when on the 16th week I felt this small vibration inside my belly – and I knew it’s you! 🙂 Your kicks were getting stronger each and every week, until they were very firm in week 20 (to the point where I would cry if you didn’t kick for more than 2 hours – sometimes I thought you were playing with me, because you ignored my touches and kicked right away the moment your daddy talked to you 😦 ).
The best thing happened in the second trimester was your daddy and my was-not-planned-to-be babymoon to Europe. It was your daddy’s second time and my first time to Europe. Surprisingly, you seemed to enjoy the trip as much as we did that you would kick me a lot if I stopped walking. Well, it’s no wonder since the air was so clean compared to Jakarta that I could breathe freely. Oh, and don’t forget that the weather started to get cold also (we shivered a bit, but overall we enjoyed the chill). Your daddy took a lot of pictures of me, ensuring you (inside my belly) were visible. 🙂 I couldn’t thank your daddy enough for taking me to this Europe trip and ensuring I didn’t get too tired by finishing all the chores (including the laundry) and carrying all the suitcases and our day backpacks so I could walk freely with only 1 small sling bag.
Getting back from Europe, in week 26, we peeked you up by USG 4D – you know, where we can see how you look more realistically. The main purpose was to see whether everything was OK with you in there (it was, except for the notching that we had), with a bonus of being able to see your face. (P.S.: your grandmas and I agreed that you look a lot more like your daddy.) One thing for sure is that I was so touched when I saw your face on the screen for the first time that I almost cried. Until the day I’m writing this post, I still see your face regularly on my phone and can’t help to smile every single time.
The third trimester is the heaviest one, literally. LOL. Surely, I couldn’t walk so fast like I used to anymore (I kept walking fast until a couple of older persons at work reminded me that there’s a risk of me stumbling over my big belly and my breath was getting heavier). Thankfully, my face and legs were not swollen like my friends; only my belly was getting bigger day by day. My heartburn was getting worse that I couldn’t eat too much without hurting my upper belly, but I really loved the fact that you seemed to ‘understand’ when I talked to you or played with you. The doctor said your room for moving would get more and more limited – that’s why it didn’t feel so funny anymore (that funny feeling during the second trimester when you turned around inside my belly), only the kicks were getting stronger as you were getting bigger. We went for a check up on week 30 and your head was already below. Thank you for being such a nice and sweet baby. 🙂
Entering week 31 and later, people started telling me that my belly is so big – I could only laugh to it, until finally in week 36 it felt heavy even for me. Walking for more than 2 hours would make me feel suffocated and what’s more surprising was the fact that my fingers were getting bigger I couldn’t wear my wedding ring (and any other ring) anymore. Even though at first I planned on taking my leave only in week 40, I finally gave up and started working from home in week 39. I just checked my emails once every 2-3 days for 1-2 hours, then spent the rest of my days ‘nesting’: preparing for your arrival.
1 day before the estimated labor date, your daddy and I went to the hospital to get you checked up. No sign of labor yet, so we decided to have small walks to nearby mall (so your heavy, lazy mommy don’t spend her day laying in bed). We went to hospital again the next day and only small signs were there, so the doctor sent us home (while confidently saying contractions may start that night) and we really went home – I got no energy left for a walk. And guess what? The doctor’s prediction was correct – that night I finally felt the ‘love wave’ from you, but not intense enough for me to go to the hospital yet (I called the labor room to confirm). Finally at 4 AM the next morning, I woke your daddy up (I didn’t sleep all night) to drive me to the hospital, and it was only hours until you were finally born. I’m never someone who believes love at first sight, but that’s what I felt the moment the midwife put you on my chest. ❤ 🙂
Thank you for choosing your daddy and me as your parents.
P.S: Now I can confirm that labor pain (and the postpartum one) is the worst of all. Your daddy must be thankful that I don’t swear (or talk) too much when in pain. 😛