Thingy’s pregnant! Well she better not count her chickens

I’m at that age, early thirties, where 2017 has been a baby-booming year. Speaking of booming, pregnancies are a bit like a ticking time bomb. Is the pin going to stay safely in? Or, is it going to drop and all end?

I spoke in a previous post about the green-eyed monster – being jealous of other people’s pregnancies when my first one ended in misery and the deepest bitterness. The news now is like someone standing next to a balloon with a sharp object for nine months. I know it’s cynical, and nothing really to do with me, but it’s the flood of emotion I feel when I hear someone’s news.

The reliving my first time – the positive pregnancy test, the visions of a baby in nine months time, going to the scans, going baby shopping, the birth, their first tooth…and so on. It’s there, like a wave of motherhood washing over you, before it’s all really begun. A poppy seed in fact, buried deep in your womb.

The termination that sticks in your memory forever – the letters ’TFMR’ branded on the side of your frontal lobe. The promise you once had dissolved into an appointment at a clinic, throwing you back into the past where you were 16 weeks earlier – baby-less and never-to-be-the-same-again.

For anyone who has a TFMR will probably always relive that feeling when they hear new baby news, even if you go on to have 2,3 or 10 Rainbows. We will feel it because pregnancy presents it’s self as risk – odds, numbers, age – whats the risk? Will I have this baby or not? “We’re having a baby!” – well, it’s not a done deal I’m afraid.

After the three second influx of absolute dread, you dust yourself off again and think logically. I have my Rainbow now and she was worth it all. And Thingy is pregnant? Oh wow! That’s amazing – how far along is she?

After every storm comes a…

I tested early, about three days before my next period. I had woken up feeling off colour and I just felt different. We had been trying for a baby for six months now.

I was excited as I knew I had to be pregnant. I got an internet cheapie test out the bathroom cabinet and took the test. I left it by the sink and toddled off to occupy myself for fifteen minutes. I knew I didn’t have to wait that long but I wanted to wait – maybe as though waiting longer might make it a positive?

I was home alone and taking deep breaths. I returned to the bathroom and fixed my eyes upon the test. Two little lines, one neutral, one green – it was positive. I WAS pregnant!

But wait…maybe it’s wrong? I need to go get my proper test, the First Response one, the 99% accurate one, the one which cost me a tenner.

Yes, we TTC women are armed with pregnancy tests, hidden away from our partners but they are there – in the knicker draw, in a shoebox at the back of a wardrobe, hidden in a sports bag inside a zip compartment.

I took the dog out for a long walk. I remember feeling like I was walking on air, taking notice of everything in my view – the trees, the birdsong and moving clouds. I was soaking the feeling up. I was feeling like I had won the lottery. I wanted to savour every second.

It lasted about an hour until the anxiety kicked in. I placed a hand on my tummy – there was life in there, a new life. A precious delicate life, my second chance. I started to walk a little slower – I have to be careful from now on, I told myself. I can’t lose this one.

Wellbeing:Grieving and the Power of Now

Before pregnancy and TFMR, I practised small amounts of Mindfulness using the App Headspace. I won’t go into all the ins and outs as to why Mindfulness is a great form of therapy, but instead, check out the App and the great little videos which explain it really well.

It was through counselling that I revisited Mindfulness and my therapist is a great believer in it. It is all about living for ‘now’, today, this very moment that you might be reading this. Not thinking or worrying about things that have happened or might happen in the future, but living and feeling in the present.

This helped greatly with the grieving process of losing a baby. I couldn’t help but cling onto the extreme emotions of a termination and the anger of ‘why me?’. But I knew I had to let it go if I was to move on, especially as I was desperate to try for another baby.

It also helped with the anxiety. I was so worried about whether I could, or would, get pregnant again – miscarriages and or another TFMR. I felt a great weight on my shoulders, of absolute fear, of what might be that I needed an outlet to be able to overcome and move forward.

I came through connecting with the present – to sit in your seat, feel the weight of your body on the chair, your feet connecting with the ground and listening to the sounds around you… breathing in and out, your chest rising and falling, embracing that pattern, not thinking about anything but the rise and fall, then counting from one to one hundred…

Mindfulness can reset your way of thinking and feeling and provide you with peace and calmness, giving you and your mind a much-needed break.

This book was recommended to me by my therapist, The Power of Now – it’s amazing and I urge anyone to read it who is interested in Mindfulness.

I also wanted to share this great article on FB about Mindfulness and grieving.