I am now going through days of where its awesome and I think I feel the baby move like every 2 hours! I am so excited and filled with joy! Then the next day happens and its like zilch, nada, less than nothing and my crazy brain starts filling with dread and despair. I wake up the next morning and feel that oh so loving little POP! in my lower region and I am once more filled with hope! All to be let down yet again by not feeling anything for the next 48 hours. If this
I've been trying to remind myself that during every pregnancy at this stage of gestation I have worried about my babies. I have always thought that something was wrong, that they weren't moving enough, ZOMG something bad has happened!! And at this stage of gestation I was wrong every time.
I feel as if everything has changed this time around. With the premature birth and subsequent death of Caroline I feel as if I have lost that one grain of hope that I usually had left in me that everything was going to be fine. I now realize that sometimes everything is not fine. And that has me even more worried.
I have been praying multiple times a day now. When I do feel a tell-tale POP! I quickly say a thanks to God that the baby is still here with me. I can hardly wait for the next couple of weeks to pass where I will be able to feel the baby move with more certainty and frequency! I also thank God that I'm under the care of a couple of wonderful doctors that I can see on average 3 times a month instead of just once.
How far along were you when you first felt your baby(s) move?
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Nicholas and Sophia were around 14w, Alexander was around 13w, and Bobby and Maya were also around 13w. That was when I "knew" that what I was feeling wasnt a muscle tightening or gas or something, but was the baby/the babies.
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