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Symptoms to Take Notice of in Children

The NHS has been facing ever-increasing pressures in recent years, with slashed budgets, staff shortages and lack of resources taking its toll on the quality of care. One of the many ways we commonly see the impact of these pressures is in waiting times for GP…

Mother of the Bride Guide

The day you’ve dreamed of for years has finally arrived! Your little girl is all grown up and has chosen a partner to start her life with, and you are officially a MoB -- Mother of the Bride! While congratulatory remarks are appropriate at this juncture, so are a few…

How to Through A Larger Than Life Small Wedding on a Budget

This one is as simple as crowdfunding your honeymoon. It might sound strange at first, but do you really need another blender or set of dinner plates? Instead of having your guests purchase a bunch of things you’ll end up trying to return anyway, why not let them chip in for…

During my second pregnancy I wrote about my first birth experience and how the previous cesarean effected me. Writing these feelings down really helped me to deal with my fears of the upcoming birth (an attempted VBAC).

I hate my scar
I hate the pain when I work out
I hate that sometimes I have pain for no reason at all
I hate having fears that didn’t exist before
I hate that things I once enjoyed are terrifying now
I hate that my daughters first moments of life were filled with the cold and artificial.  She wasn’t birthed; she was taken. She didn’t warm herself against her mother heart; she was placed in a incubator. She didn’t drink for the first time from my breast; she drank man-engineered milk from a bottle
I hate that the first time I saw her was in a photograph
I hate that the first time I held her I was so drugged and tired that I fell asleep immediately, which made them take my own child from me so that I couldn’t drop her
I hate that our first night was spent separate
I hate that when I finally got her back after 14 hours of separation that it still wasn’t just the three of us
I hate that I resented my mother-in-law for having her in her arms when I came out the bathroom a couple hours after we got her back
I hate that I resented my Husband for letting her hold her when I asked for him not to let anyone touch her because I needed that time still
I hate that for a year I wanted to claw the eyes out of anyone who touched her because I was so jealous over her
I hate that I know I wouldn’t have been so protective if I had just been able to bond after birth
I hate that the year that followed her birth was dark and lonely
I hate the preoccupation with death that circulated my head through the night, the pit in my stomach when I was alone that seemed to grow deeper every day, and the anxiety attacks that I couldn’t explain
I hate that I couldn’t talk to anyone because I wouldn’t be able to hold the tears back if I really talked about it and I knew they would be able to understand why
I hate that the most hurtful comments came from Family that just didn’t know how to relate
I hate that I resented them for saying the wrong things
I hate that when I think about the birth of my daughter, I cry and that those tears are tears of pain, not joy
I hate that I no longer have the faith I used to in my body
I hate that I’m no longer confident in my abilities to birth a child
I hate that I have to fight to get a doctor to understand my side of the story and that they will never understand
I hate that I feel like I have no choices
I hate that I wish that this decision could be decided for me
I hate that being pregnant again means possibly going through it again
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