Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
Good things come in threes
By Susanne Remic on 04 Aug 2011
You know that saying, when you’ve scraped your car and you’ve lost your keys and someone tells you that bad things come in threes, so you’d better brace yourself for a broken bone or a lost purse? Well, I believe in the opposite. I believe that good things come in threes.
This is my third pregnancy. This will be my third child. This will be the third time that I have held a tiny human being in my arms and marvelled at how lucky I am. This will be the third time that I have felt tiny kicks and wriggly squirms. Now you know why I believe good things come in threes.
I also believe in another saying: ‘third time lucky’. My previous pregnancies have all been fine but the resulting births have not. Both my daughter and her brother were born via emergency section and I’ve never actually experienced that rush of love I’m told you get when you hold your baby’s skin close to yours. I’ve never actually managed to be the first person my babies cuddled into. But don’t worry, I’m not about to get emotional... yet. This time, it will be different. This time I am taking my previous birth experiences on the journey with me and I intend to get it right. Like I said, third time lucky.
This time around, I have asserted my right to choose my hospital and I have consulted with my midwife about having an elective c-section. In the meantime, I guess I will allow nature to continue to take its course. I have a feeling that with a six year old and a 19 month old, this will be a fairly adventurous nine months!
So with the introductions over, here is my question of the day: why on earth do they call it morning sickness? I feel at my worse in the evenings and am barely able to stay up past eight o’clock these days. The big one thinks it’s marvellous that she gets to stay up later than me now that it’s the holidays. I suspect the husband also enjoys the limitless sports and other pointless TV he gets to watch too. In fact, it would be a successful remedy all round, if I was waking up feeling refreshed and re-energised after such early nights. Unfortunately, my son’s habit of waking randomly in the night and my own, new habit of insomnia seems to be able to counter balance any kind of benefits my early bedtimes might have produced. These days, I seem to have bags under bags under my eyes...
It’s all fine though. That’s another reason why I view this as third time lucky. I know just how good it is going to be. I know that all the sleep deprivation is worth it (although I may need reminding of that) and that all the aches, pains and nausea are just nature’s way of congratulating me. I am with child. I am lucky. For me, good things come in threes.
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