I’d wanted to have a baby for quite a while and we were incredibly lucky that we got pregnant within three months of starting trying. The first few weeks were pretty easy in that i did’t really have any pregnancy symptoms. It was from around 8 weeks pregnant when I started to suffer with nausea. It was constant, 24 hours a day for probably the next 8 weeks solid, although I never threw up once. As long as I kept eating little and often I could manage to control it. I remember being at work and secretly eating ginger biscuits at my desk to try to combat it. I also remember having to get up in the middle of the night to sit on the sofa and eat a flapjack because I just felt so sick and hungry at the same time!
What do you feel when you see Beyoncé’s twins introduction photo? What do you see? Do you just see a beautifully styled photo and think “aww, a Mum and her babies”. Do you see a perfect image of motherhood? Does it make you feel jealous that you didn’t look like that one month after giving birth? This post is about my thoughts on that photo and a reflection on my own experience.
Decisions I didn’t make during my labour – a view on why we put ourselves completely in the hands of the medical professionals
Why didn’t I question the constant fetal monitoring, the breaking of my waters or the syntocinon (artificial oxytocin) drip to induce my contractions? As an educated women in her late 20s who had attended the hospital’s own antenatal classes you’d think that I would have wanted to have a part in these decisions but the truth is I just went along with it. I trusted the doctors and knew them to have more knowledge than me and to want the best outcome for me and my babies. The thing is though, in a medicalised environment, do they always know what is best?