Pregnancy and childbirth is tough.
The nausea is terrible. It almost seems unfair that someone has to go through all this just to get a baby born. Food tastes different, you can’t drink, finding a comfortable position to sleep in is almost impossible and the changes the body goes through are almost unfathomable.
The last month it gets worse. The mood swings, the back pain, and the difficulty in doing even the simplest of tasks.
As the day approaches, the dread of what you are about to go through is mentally exhausting. You want to go get it over with, but you aren’t looking forward to the experience.
The day arrives and the baby is born. You are thrilled to have the child (and a healthy one) but the fatigue is overwhelming.
Recovery and getting back to normal seems like a mountain you have to climb everyday.
From what I understand, it was tough on Holli also.
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My son is a Head-banger.
This doesn’t mean he likes Motley Crue, but that he likes hitting his head against things. He has varying results. Couches and pillows, fine…other people, sometimes fine and hard objects like chair legs and floors never fine.
He cries...and then he’s back at it. He won’t stop. He’s like Angus Young.
We are considering a helmet.
