This Experience Made Me Stop Hating Pregnancy

Editorial Team

Everyone that knows me know that I hate pregnancy, but a particular event which shook me to my very core made me fall in love with pregnancy. If you've been there I'm sure you won't blame me for not being best friend with pregnancy, 9 months plus of lugging around a heavy body and walking like a whale. Peeing my pant isn't something I find sexy either and the swelling too.

I figured I don't have to love my pregnancy before loving my baby. A baby will be the reward of all the hard work of enduring the pains of pregnancy so it's okay.

But then, something happened to change my perspective of pregnancy.

I was 33 weeks gone and bitching about the things pregnancy has done to me, stretch marks, pant- peeing, swollen feet, face and hands, but all that changed after this event.

The night before the incidence was my first born's birthday and I noticed that my baby didn't move at all but I wasn't overtly worried because I was busy with the hosting and preparation for the birthday, besides slowed movement is normal at this stage when babies start running out of space.

When I woke up the second day, that was the first thing I noticed, still no movement.

I prodded and poked my belly hoping that my baby will answer by kicking back, nothing! I laid back in bed hoping he'll soon start moving around to remind me it's time for breakfast (which he normally do) When I didn't feel anything after an hour, I started panicking.

I started rubbing my belly and prodding it, when I got no response I got up, took a glass of cold water and a bar of chocolate and ate it hoping he'll wake up. No movement!

Then I panicked,  I woke up my husband and he called our pastors wife who is a midwife before driving me to her place. All the while I was pleading "Baby please be save" Baby please move" while rubbing my belly with tears in my eyes.

"What if he's gone? Did he know I hate this pregnancy?" I felt guilty for wasting the time complaining and hating my pregnancy instead of enduring and loving all the symptoms that shows my child is alive in there and breathing.

I called my midwife again, she told me to drink a glass of orange juice before coming to see her which I did. After some time, I started feeling faint baby flutters as my husband drove me to the midwife's house. The monitoring and test showed everything was fine. But that experience changed everything.

I never had that fear that I could give birth to a stillborn and for a few hours I thought I would be one of those mothers who gave birth to a stillborn and it scared the shit out of me.

That event taught me to stop hating my pregnancy. I've started appreciating my pregnancy a little bit more, hopefully till I give birth to my baby I won't have any more such scare. By the way, my EDD is 28th of May, wish me safe delivery Mamalette!

Mamalette! Did you get a scare while you were pregnancy? Share please, post your comments below.