I got so much advice in my final weeks of pregnancy it all flew over my head a bit. The usual ‘sleep now because you wont get to sleep when the baby is here’ was a repeat offender. ‘You will forget about how much it hurt when you hold you baby in your arms for the first time’ was the other one that kept floating around.
Everyone talks about falling in love with their children and before I had my own I assumed it was kind of a given you love your kids no matter what. What wasn’t explained to me was that deep feeling of love that takes over your body when you give birth to your first child. That moment you realise it’s not a normal love, its not the love I feel for my husband or my parents, it is a raw love. You feel it instantly and you feel it all the way down deep in your stomach. It travels up your body until you burst into tears of joy. No one told me about this. No one really explained the love a mother has for her child and how it hits you when you look at that sweet little face you have grown inside you. I know this feeling for me has just gotten stronger and stronger with my Archie as the weeks go by.
Every pregnancy and labour is different. There is no way to predict how either will go and at the end of the day the objective is to deliver a baby into the world safely. My birthing and parenting decisions were my own and this is my honest reflection of how I felt at the time.