For the past 8 years or so I have made this wonderful bond with a very wondering, amazing midwife, Daymarys. She saved me from staying with a provider that more than likely would have had me induced and I would have been just another static, first time mom with not a lot of knowledge and a cesarean section. Lucky for me I did find her and had an amazing birth experience and the room was filled with love, the love from our family and caregivers.
With this pregnancy as with any other I want the same thing. I want my child to know that they are loved and cared for. I want them to come to the world knowing that they had the same attention coming to them and that as its parents we will do everything in our power to ensure they arrive to this world safely. One week from today I will be once again meeting with Daymarys that amazing midwife and starting the process of prenatal care. While I had originally wanted to go unassisted and there is always a chance that it may still happen I do know that having prenatal care is important. With prenatal any number of things can be found early enough to safe your child, since I have a history of miscarriages and having a low placenta with my son Michael I just need to know everything is ok. As if the always feeling morning sickness isn’t a good sign to me.
So that’s the update for now. I am still having morning sickness and actually starting to throw up from time to time. These candies called Preggie Pops have become a big hit in my house, as they tend to help out. Other than that the kids are still thinking mommy is having twins while Faith says two girls so the family will have more girls than boys, Michael says one girl and on boy so the house stays even. I guess the first ultrasound will tell us how many babies and we can go from there. The family is aware we will not know boy or girl until December when he or she will be born.
What’s your guess? Did you ever not find out the sex of your child? How did you keep yourself mentally ok with that decision?