I remember being asked, while still pregnant with Gaby (my first child), “How many children are you going to have?” And being asked about number two after barely having given birth! Seriously, I do not understand why people think that’s an appropriate question, especially as I was still a zombie from being up all hours of the night (and day) with said baby. But as time went on and we got into a rhythm and things felt more manageable, we did start thinking about baby number two. While I had an idea of what to expect based off of my first pregnancy, I also knew that no two pregnancies would be exactly alike.
The second pregnancy, while not overly difficult, did have its ups and downs. Initially I had been worried that I would have terrible morning sickness like I had while pregnant with Gaby. I was also worried about how I would be able to care for Gaby, who was just over a year old, if I was feeling very sick (or tired). Each pregnancy is different, and luckily in my case that meant I was not as nauseous or tired as I had been during the first pregnancy. I took it as a sign that we were having a boy (opposite sex of the first baby)...and I happened to be right!
But just as we found out we would be having a baby boy, I began to bleed--which was very scary! It’s one of those things you are told to immediately call the doctor if it happens. I was terrified. Thankfully, during an ultrasound the next day we saw baby boy and heard a strong heartbeat. It turned out that I had a subchorionic hematoma. To be safe, my doctor put me on bed rest for the weekend, then down to partial bedrest after the next ultrasound. I went from being very active, working out and playing with my toddler, to not being able to lift my groceries. This was a hard adjustment for us, but it did allow Gaby even more space to grow up--she perfected climbing up and down stairs and in and out of the car. And I had to learn to ask for and accept help.
After 13 weeks of restricted activity, the specialist I saw stated that everything had cleared up and I could go back to life as normal. By that point I was nearly in my third trimester. I eased back into my workout regimen, and we continued to prepare for baby boy’s arrival. Among other things, we moved Gaby into a toddler bed in order to free the crib, and I adjusted the dresser and closet storage to allow for two sets of diapers and clothing.
In the end, I never felt like the pregnancy was dragging on. It actually seemed to go by really quickly this time. I’m pretty sure much of this was due to chasing a toddler around everyday, as well as launching our company! Being so busy also kept me from worrying too much about the pregnancy and the change to come.
How were your pregnancies different?