This is a short story I wrote about my pregnancy and delivery with my daughter, Sophia. This short story gave me the push to start this blog. You can find the link to my original posting of it at the bottom of the page. Please share the original post on Facebook if you feel moved to do so. Many have asked so I’ll just say it here. This is a very emotional read, I haven’t read it again since I wrote it… Here it is:
This is the face of a mother who tried to have a baby for fourteen months. This is the face of a mother who when she found out she was finally pregnant was ecstatic. She and her fiancé told close friends and immediate family and then announced publicly. She didn’t listen to the advice of some when they said “You should wait to announce… what if something happens?” She would reply, “This baby is here now and I am proud of that.” This is the face of a mother who had hyperemesis gravidarum and was in and out of the hospital for weeks because she couldn’t keep anything down. No amount of throwing up kept her down, though. She continued to be happy and joyous about the life growing inside of her. This is the face of a mother who had a feeling they were going to be having a little girl. She didn’t listen to others when they told her “If you find out the baby’s gender then there is no surprise.” She would reply “This baby is here now, what’s the difference of finding out now or waiting?” This is the face of a mother who found out she had developed gestational diabetes. She worked hard and kept her blood sugar levels good so that her baby would not grow too large. This is the face of a mother who was told she would be induced at 39 weeks so that they could make sure her baby would not be too large. She had ultrasounds every week and was seen by the doctor twice a week to ensure everything was going good. She did everything she was supposed to do; everything the doctors said to do. This is the face of a mother who worked all the way up until her induction. People would say to her, “I bet you’re just miserable and can’t wait for her to just come out!” She would reply, “I’m not miserable. I love being pregnant. Don’t get me wrong… I can’t wait to see and hold her but I also love the fact that she can be with me 24/7.” This is the face of a mother who went to bed the night before her induction feeling her baby kick. This is the face of a mother who woke up early the next morning to go to the hospital. She was so excited to finally be able to hold her baby girl! She arrived early and they got her roomed. She changed into her gown and the nurse went to put on the monitors. This is the face of a mother who was told her daughter did not have a heartbeat. Her whole world fell apart in that moment. She screamed and cried and made them double check. There was no way she was gone… she was just fine the night before. This is the face of a mother who was induced and had to birth her child into a silent room. The only sound was that of her own crying. This is the face of a mother who went to the hospital to bring her child home only to leave, empty handed, to plan a funeral. This is the face of a mother that loves her daughter more than anything. This is me and my daughter, Sophia Samantha Branchaud.