Getting Through Pregnancy With Hope and Resilience
Lessons from a Covid preemie mom
You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice. — Bob Marley
I remember the day I excitedly held a light pink positive pregnancy test in my hand after months of trying. Butterflies in the stomach, hardly breathing, and yet eyes fixated on the strip for the longest waiting time in the world. Online reviews mentioned even the lightest second pink line meant positive.
My husband hid his excitement as he didn’t want me to get too enthusiastic and later get disappointed. I had in the meantime done the test 3–4 times to be sure. It was the same result every time. Then it was a matter of time, doing the test daily to see the second pink line get darker. And finally getting the doctor’s confirmation. It’s the first time I felt like a mom.
You can’t help feel responsible for the little human growing inside of you.
My first trimester was exciting. I read approximately 30 pregnancy books. Operating on high adrenaline is common in this phase. Prenatal yoga and nutrition became my daily endeavors. I tossed out plastics, read ingredients on items, and threw anything suspicious.
