You may be thinking, "hang on a minute Kylie, you only have two kiddies". But I actually have three as I lost a baby to miscarriage in January 2017 (which you can read about here). I definitely count my angel baby as my baby number two. Which makes Sophie baby number three.
I was going to share this story with you in a video blog, but I have decided to share it with you in a couple of parts on my blog instead. And a little side note, if you prefer listening, I have done an audio recording of this blog post for you so you can listen on the go. Just scroll down below to listen to this blog post.
Where shall I begin with my third pregnancy...I found out I was pregnant with Sophie in early June 2017. I knew I was pregnant before I even did the test. I had that little niggle feeling; a knowing that I couldn't explain.
The weeks before we conceived I had a vision in a mediation of a baby presenting itself to me. I reached out my hands to accept and placed my hands on my womb space. The following month, Sophie had entered our lives. Even before I peed on the stick, I wrote in my journal that I am going to have a baby girl and her name is Sophie.
My little munckin not only presented herself to me, she told me what her name was. I was gobsmacked.
From that moment on, her and I have been very much connected in this way, even during birth (which I will talk about in part two).
After the two lines appeared one morning, I ran to Dean and told him "I'm pregnant" with so much joy and excitement. This time around felt so different to my second pregnancy. I just felt calm and content like I just knew that this baby was going to be okay. But that didn't stop the worry most times I went to the toilet looking for blood, especially when I got to the 9 week mark which is when I lost baby number two. The feeling eased as my pregnancy went on, but it was always in the back of my mind. How could it not be. Losing a baby was so traumatic.
The nausea set in about week 6 and stayed with me until week 13. I was constantly nauseous, lived off carbs, hated my usual healthy treats, couldn't stand my essential oils, was bloated all the time and got five migraines in those first few weeks. It was not fun!
As I had lost my last baby, my OB got me to have a scan at 6 weeks to make sure bubba was growing normally. And she was. She looked different to baby number two. She had a strong heart beat and I was so thrilled and relieved that all looked well.
My 12 week scan and 20 week scan all proved to show a healthy thriving baby girl.
As my pregnancy progressed, I felt great, loved my growing belly and felt her move for the first time at 16 weeks. The best feeling in the world. I was however stressed as we were building our dream home, and it wasn't the best of experiences, which I'm sure you can relate to if you have built a house before.
Moving day came around when I was 26 weeks - it was a hectic day. First we picked up the keys from the builders office, then had to take Ava to a pediatrician appointment as we had to take her to hospital on the Sunday previous (she was totally fine and just had a stomach virus), and finally just after lunch we started frantically packing the rest of our house up.
That night as a few friends and family were helping us bring in boxes and furniture, I started to get frequent Braxton Hicks contractions. I started to time them and they were about 4 minutes apart. I totally freaked out. I hid in a back bedroom and cried my eyes out, worrying about our baby girl while our friends and family ate pizza in our new driveway.
From that moment I took the foot off the accelerator. I had to slow down!
I wasn't able to enjoy moving into our new house as much as I would have liked because I was so scared that Sophie might try and come early - just like her big sister tried at 32 weeks. But thankfully, both of my girls came on their due dates (so rare I've been told).
Over the next 14 weeks my pelvic instability pain increased, I had Braxton Hicks contractions a lot, my back hurt, I couldn't sit in the car for more than 20 minutes and I was just sore. No exercise for this personal trainer. And don't mention the 2 year old toddler I had to chase after.
You forget about these joys of pregnancy after you've been through it and have your baby in your arms. Love is blind. But I would go through it all again knowing that Sophie safely arrived via vaginal birth on 22 February 2018...
Hold your horses, part two will be with you shortly.
Be happy & healthy,
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