Most of you wouldn't know because I didn't broadcast it, but I had a very stressful pregnancy. At 14 weeks, we were told our baby had a cyst on her brain. At 20 weeks, we were told there was a good chance that she had Zika and could be mentally disabled, physically deformed, or worse since there wasn't much research on the illness' lasting effects on unborn children at the time. Those of you who have been pregnant know the toll that crazy prego hormones can have on a woman's brain, so I'm sure you can understand what kind of state I was in for the remainder of my pregnancy. Sometimes, I would google pictures of "Zika babies" and ball my eyes out. Other times, I would try to "let go and let God," but often I just wasn't strong enough for that. I was determined to work out, drink tons of water, etc. to keep my baby as healthy as possible, thinking in my half-crazy brain that maybe that would help my baby come out "normal." At 29 weeks, our baby's head circumference was determined to be even smaller in proportion to her body. Then, at week 35, I broke my ankle tripping over a curb in the parking lot at Babies R Us (You can laugh--it's definitely funny!). I could no longer work out. My stress level raised with the lack of activity. With it, my blood pressure raised to dangerous levels, but of course (confirmably) only when I went to see my doctor every week. At this point, my doctor labeled me as a high risk pregnancy and spoke at every appointment afterward about inducing me. I told her I wouldn't let that happen. She was already telling me my baby's head was too small, so I wanted the baby to have as much time as possible to fully develop. Week 40 came, and I still refused to be induced. So, I went to the doctor for non-stress tests almost every other day to confirm the baby was moving okay. At 41 weeks +1 day (the average first-time mother's delivery day, by the way), our baby girl decided to be born. And guess what??? Her little head and brain are completely fine! My little girl is now 6 months old. We thank God every day for her!
I think sometimes about the stress I put my poor baby through while she was in my belly. I'm working on being more positive! ️