I’ll Never Feel Like That (The Huffington Post)

During my pregnancy I saw at least eight different healthcare professionals over dozens of appointments mostly relating to my mental health and the dramatic downward spiral that becoming unexpectedly pregnant had caused it to take.

Every healthcare professional I saw had their own method of trying to convince me that once my baby was born my life would take on a new meaning and that all the difficulties of pregnancy would pale into insignificance. Some of them went down the route of simply telling me that everything would be fine while others tried to help my arrive at that conclusion myself by giving me evidence of my own abilities to cope with being a parent.

For the most part I can’t remember a lot of what was said to me, having mentally filed the conversations (and my pregnancy as  whole) away under ‘Things I’d Rather Forget.’ However, there’s one specific appointment that stands out for me, where the doctor told me a story about a another patient that her father (also a doctor) had seen when she was a child. This doctor began the story by telling me to ‘make what I would’ of it but to try and remember her word on the days that were the most difficult.

The patient (like me) had found herself unexpectedly pregnant and had found this new and unplanned direction that her life had taken very difficult to deal with. Initially she had been unsure as to whether she even wanted to continue with the pregnancy (again, like me) but did decide against having a termination.

Even though she had made the decision to keep the baby, it didn’t make being pregnant any easier for her and she continued to struggle, wondering if she’d made the right decision. The doctor continued to support her and her husband throughout the pregnancy and, once the baby was born, would see this now family of three out and about in the village where they and the doctor lived.

One day the doctor and his daughter (my doctor) went on a trip to the beach and happened to see the family walking along the sand. The mother and father were each holding a hand of (the now) toddler and swinging him between them while the little boy laughed and smiled. The doctor didn’t approach the family or try and attract their attention, instead watching them with a smile on his face. He told his daughter how the mother had struggled and how she had been unable to see anything positive about being pregnant but that despite all the difficulties and misgivings they were now a beautiful, happy family.

I listened to this story and did my best to force my slow, tired brain to actually process what the doctor was trying to tell me but the only coherent thought I could dredge up was that being a parent was never going to make me happy. I couldn’t see how a baby would make me smile or laugh and I truly believed that everyone would look back at my pregnancy and wonder how on earth they thought that everything would work out for us.

The Northern One and I had made the decision to continue with the pregnancy but in all honesty that was mostly because I didn’t think I could go through with having a termination as opposed to actually wanting to be pregnant. I couldn’t see how I would cope with being a parent and my visions of the future were filled with screaming babies, endless sleep deprivation and continually having to make sacrifices that I wasn’t ready too make.

I hadn’t really thought about the story that doctor told me until a few days ago when the Northern One and I took Squidge to the park to play on the swings. It was grey and drizzling but I watched my wonderful little boy as he shrieked and giggled, tipping his head back and kicking his chubby little legs as the swing went higher and higher. The breeze blew through his hair, turning his little cheeks pink and he looked like the happiest little boy in the whole world.

As I watched him I realised something.

I was happy.

When the doctor told me that story I though it was contrived, sentimental and quite possibly made up for the purposes of trying to convince me that I could be a mum. Now when I think about it, instead of three fictional strangers walking along the beach I see the Northern One and I each holding one of Squidge’s hands and look of glee on his little face as he jumps and swings between us, splashing in the water and kicking up the sand.

Part of me wishes the doctor could see what I am finally able to, but then if I think about it , she probably already could.

Louise is a full time mum and a part time neonatal nurse who has battled depression for many years but particularly during her pregnancy. She lives with her husband (the Northern One) their little boy (Squidge) and their three guinea pigs who live in the kitchen.

Louise blogs at 23weeksocks (http://23weeksocks.com) about lots of different (and seemingly unconnected) topics that she’s passionate about, including mental health, antenatal depression, neonatal care and baby loss.

In 2015 she was shortlisted in the ‘Fresh Voice’ category for the BIB (Brilliance in Blogging) Awards and the ‘Bereavement Worker’ category for the Butterfly Awards. She was also one of the keynote speakers at BritMums Live reading’Twinkle Twinkle’ which was her account of caring for a premature baby on the day that he died.

17 thoughts on “I’ll Never Feel Like That (The Huffington Post)

  1. Sam says:

    This is really powerful Louise – it just goes to show that there is something about having a child which helps heal in some ways and I really hope that other expectant mothers who are currently feeling the way you once did are reassured by this because you are clearly a real person who has suffered with ongoing mental health issues but your story is a pleasure to read. X #thetruthabout


    • blopmamma2014 says:

      Thank you Sam, I really do hope that others can gain something from reading from my story; it helps remind me that as awful as the whole experience was, it was worth it for all sorts of reasons.


    • blopmamma2014 says:

      Thank you 🙂 Being pregnant was honestly the worst 9 months of my life but the fact that I survived, safely delivered my little boy and have carried on fighting has shown me the true extent of what I can do.


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