Birth is an ending of one chapter of life and the beginning of another. For me, it was the end of a very painful chapter. Before I even knew I was pregnant, something felt off. My body felt foreign to me. It ached like I was hard core training even when I spent all day in bed. Migraines plagued me and I felt drained of life.
One positive pregnancy test later, I was completely baffled. I had been pregnant before, I knew what it felt like and it felt nothing like this. I called the doctor and the nurse told me that I was most likely experiencing a miscarriage. Since my last doctor told me we would never have another child, I was devastated. A miracle had happened and just as fast had been ripped away from me. A week later I was still feeling terrible, so I called the doctor again. This time the nurse was more positive and I began to hope again. This nurse didn’t seem so sure the pregnancy was over and scheduled an ultrasound. A day later my world shattered again when the ultrasound tech not only couldn’t find a heartbeat, she couldn’t even find a baby.
I spent the next week in a fog of emotional and physical pain. The aching got worse and I developed sharp pain on my right side. The pain was so bad that standing and walking were almost out of the question. I called the doctor again and was back in for another ultrasound to find the culprit for the right-sided pain. In that ultrasound they found the reason for the pain, but they also found a surprise: a baby and a heartbeat.
In that ultrasound, along with our miracle baby, they discovered I had pelvic varicosities, varicose veins in my pelvis that were causing extraordinary amounts of pain. Normally this was something they could do surgery for, but since I was pregnant I just had to figure out a way to stand the pain. Throughout my pregnancy, as the baby grew, so did the pressure on the veins and so did the pain. I passed what I thought was my absolute threshold for pain… twice. Luckily, all of the complications I was experiencing mostly just effected me and not the baby, so we had great hope for a completely healthy baby.
Towards the end of my pregnancy, I heard about a campaign from Elevate Promo where people shared their version of the “Best Day Ever.” I knew immediately what my Best Day Ever would be. It would be holding my beautiful baby girl. It would be making it through the pain to the ultimate reward on the other end. For the last two months of my pregnancy everything was painful. Walking was painful, standing was painful, but I knew if I could just make it to the end everything would be OK.
The day my daughter was born was truly the best day ever. It marked the end of a very painful chapter of my life, but better yet, it opened an amazing new chapter for me as a mother of two.