We found out we were pregnant with our son right after Thanksgiving and although it was unexpected we were excited and so grateful that God blessed us with another child. Pregnancy comes with so many feelings of anticipation and excitement but for me it also comes with lots of anxiety about giving birth due to my traumatic afterbirth experience after I gave birth to my daughter. From great doctors visits that I was able to experience with my husband & daughter, to good diagnostics on myself and the baby, the beginning of my pregnancy was smooth.
When national news of Coronavirus hit it was a lot to digest because at once. Every day it was a different story, symptom and type of person that it did and did not affect. The added stress of worrying if my toddler, unborn child, husband or myself were to catch this started to weigh on me heavily. Our state started the mandatory stay-at-home order in March around the time when I was 17 weeks along.
When the stay-at-home order hit my husband stayed home from work and I was grateful for that because we got in some much needed bonding time as a couple and as a family. He went from working 15 hour work days to being a stay-at-home dad and watching him bond with our daughter was amazing. I was able to have extra time to myself and relax.
Going in for doctors visits was a different experience. I couldn’t have anyone with me, so my husband would drive me to the hospital and when you get to the door they take your temperature, give you a mandatory mask and ask if have any symptoms or if I’ve been in contact with anyone that’s suspected of having the virus.
It was especially hard when I went in for the appointment to find out the gender of the baby. The nurse was so sweet and wrote down the gender in an envelope for us and when I got back to the car we opened it together and it was a moment I’ll never forget. I screamed because I was happy to find out and cried because it was something that we were able to experience together with this pregnancy.
It sucks that my hubby or daughter can’t come to appointments with me and see the baby move around in my belly on ultrasounds. Sitting in the room by myself with the nurse doing the ultrasounds I wish that they could be there with me to see those small movements, facial expressions and wiggles the baby makes, but due to Covid they can’t.
I pray that things are better when I’m due in August. I hope that my husband, daughter and family are able to be at the hospital when I bring our son into the world.
Although this has been a pregnancy that I will never forget, this pandemic has made us focus on family life more and taught me to treasure the small moments. It’s also taught me that its ok to be sad about things that have come with abrupt changes, but just don’t get stuck there in those feelings. When things don’t go as planned, just make the best of the situation and try and find the good in each situation.