It gets old...

It gets old having my pregnancy and birth experience constantly discounted. Being chastised for sharing my feelings because I might scare someone or make them feel guilty for discussing third trimester woes.

I'm sorry this post sounds whiney and everyone probably thinks I should move on. But other women are allowed to talk about their childbirth/pregnancy experiences, then why can't I?

Maybe I should drop it, forget it, and move on...but well I cant ok...I cant. I'm messed up. I'm bitter. I am probably suffering from some type of PTSD. I know it. I admit to it. And well theres nothing I can do about it.

I dont wish what happened to me on anyone but the reality is 1 in 8 babies in the US are born premature and those stats are on the rise! So the chances of a premature birth or preterm labor effecting you or someone close to you are pretty high, though I pray no one I know has to go through it.

First Sentence

Spoken at 5am, to a sleepy mama, who refused to let him out of bed to go play, while the cat was sitting in the windowsill taunting him.. "I get that cat!" Aye yay yae...what does that mean for my future.

Walking

He walks!

This time last year we were getting ready for the "long haul" and were going to the hospital to "room in" upon my declaration "I'm not coming home without my baby!" And we didnt, it took 5 long days but we stayed there and worked with him until he came home. The first time I ever felt like a mommy...

This time this year...I am chasing a walking boy. You heard me right, my little man is walking. He takes about 4 or 5 steps then falls, but its one more step every day. And its not the whole, stand him up and reach out as he walks to you, he'll pull up, decide to go get something and walk over to it. And last night I caught him putting his feet under himself and pushing up, he didnt make it all the way to standing but I saw the wheels turning in his head at his new discovery.