Pregnancies

Let me just start off by saying that I am NOT pregnant. There will be no pregnancy announcement at the end of this post. But with Mason coming up on his 1st birthday, I have been feeling a bit nostalgic. I’ve been thinking about all the milestones babies hit in their first year, and how simultaneously fast and slow it seems to go by. I’ll probably do a few nostalgic milestone-type posts, starting with this one: My pregnancies.

Here I am pregnant with Kender:

Here’s Kender’s ultrasound:

And here’s the last picture I took before Kender was born:

When I was pregnant with Kender, I remember craving milk and oranges all the time. Once I hit 30 weeks, I was pretty over the whole being pregnant thing. I kept thinking I was going into labor. One night I even thought my water broke because I woke up in a puddle. We went to the ER, where they informed me that my water hadn’t broken. Most likely, my baby kicked me so hard in the bladder that he made me pee. It was super embarrassing at the time, but three kids later I’ve just about lost the ability to get embarrassed over silly things like bodily fluids.

I also remember that postpartum anxiety and depression SUCKED. That was when I realized that I couldn’t deal with it on my own, and it wasn’t going away. There were some really dark times, but it was all part of the journey. That was when I swallowed my pride and started taking medication. I wanted to be better for my baby, and it got me started on my road to recovery and understanding. I wouldn’t be who I am today without those experiences.

Here I am pregnant with Rhett:

Here’s Rhett’s ultrasound:

Here’s the last picture I took before I had Rhett:

I don’t remember much about being pregnant with Rhett other than I was HUGE and Kender knew that I couldn’t keep up with him. So he’d run away from me whenever I wanted him to do something he didn’t want to do. And people made comments about me being pregnant with twins. Postpartum was a little easier with Rhett. I had my sister with me to help for two weeks and I was on medication, but the depression still hit a couple months later. And again, it SUCKED. But that’s when I started seeing a counselor and working through my anxieties. It’s when I gained the tools I needed to be well. It was all part of the journey.

A Miscarriage

I was pregnant for about 9 weeks between Rhett and Mason. Unfortunately we lost that baby. That was an extremely hard time, but it helped me learn that I can do hard things. God never abandoned me.

This is the best picture we got of our little Charlie:

7 week ultrasound 

Here I am pregnant with Mason:

Here’s Mason’s ultrasound:

Here’s the last picture I took before Mason was born:

Mason was definitely my hardest pregnancy. I actually had morning sickness! I was fortunate enough to skip that with my other two. Once the morning sickness passed, I came down with either bronchitis or pertussis (doctors weren’t sure which). I had a cough for two months! Once I finally got over that, I was in my third trimester and sciatica was raging. Plus, we were building our house the whole time I was pregnant. It was a crazy time!!

I had postpartum depression again with Mason, but I was much more prepared for it. I was on medication, and keeping in touch with my psychiatrist. Once I started to recognize the symptoms, we adjusted my medication and I started seeing a counselor again. I bounced back much quicker than the last two times!

I’ve gathered a bunch of baby pictures from when each of the boys were born. Next time I’ll be reflecting on their birth stories! 😊

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