The day I found out I was becoming a mum, again! With a 4 month old crying in the other room...


My husband and I fell pregnant with our second baby when our first baby was only 4 months old. I still remember the day I took the pregnancy test. I was due to get my period that day but I didn’t feel like it was coming, I didn’t feel crampy, or sore, or emotional… I just felt extremely tired just like I did when I was pregnant with Samuel… and I felt so hot, just like I did in the early days of my pregnancy with Samuel. And that was my first 'OH SHIT’ moment of the day, the first of many. 

I had to wait till Samuel went down for his morning nap before I could take a pregnancy test, I found a spare one that was left over from when we found out we were expecting Samuel. 

I still remember looking down at the pregnancy test, I remember it flashed “pregnant” - my heart stopped. It then flashed “not pregnant” - my heart sunk, my eyes filled with tears and then it flashed “1-2 weeks pregnant”. This was my second “OH SHIT!” moment. I had a range of feelings flooding through me. Joy, fear, surprise, fear, shock, fear, uncertainty, oh and did I mention fear?! There was so much going through my mind - but mainly, I don’t know if we can do this. I don’t know of anyone who has done this. 

I called Mike (my husband). I remember saying something like “So I have something very important to tell you, can you talk? I just took a pregnancy test and it was positive. So I need you to go past a pharmacy and get some more pregnancy tests incase the one I took was faulty.” - even though I knew it wouldn’t be, I knew I was pregnant. 

My parents came over that day - mum knew something was up with me but I wasn’t ready to tell them. I just told her I wasn’t feeling myself but really I was FREAKING OUT. My mind was racing with hundreds of questions like… What on earth were we going to do? Did we need to buy another cot? Will Samuel be able to be in a big boy bed by the time he was *counting on my fingers 9 + 4* 13 months old? How the hell will we cope? Will Samuel be OK with a baby around at only 13 months old? How will we leave the house? Will we ever get a full night sleep? What will this mean for my career? When will I go back to work now?! I’ll never be able to leave the house again! 

When Mike got home we took the second test together. It was positive, this was the third “OH SHIT” moment for the day. Mike was so excited and that immediately made me feel relieved and better. When I rattled 1 or 2 of the 1000 questions I had flooding though my mind he just kissed my forehead and told me not to stress, that we would figure it out. That didn’t help at the time but he was right. We have figured it out.  

Looking back now that Sebastian is 6 weeks old I can’t help but smile to myself. We worked everything out. I always say Sebastian may not have been “planned” but we always wanted more children. I also think that Sebastian is going to have an “unstoppable” personality. He was always meant to be here and I am so excited about the dynamic he has created for our family.



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