Week 35 PregnancyTuesday, January 13, 2015
The past week and a half was probably the worst week of my entire life; I really didn't know I could feel this sad. My grandfather passed away suddenly on 2nd January. I mean it's not exactly a big surprise because he's been in and out of the hospital for the last 2 years, but recently he seemed to be feeling better and we're all excited about the upcoming arrival of baby, and then I woke up to D telling me he's gone. That was it, no last words nothing. And the next thing I knew I was surrounded by paramedics, policemen and relatives.
And then 2 days later I started to experience painful cramping, so we went to the hospital one day after the cremation and there was a possibility I might go into premature labour due to all the stress. Sighpie. So in the end I'm issued home rest, as movement induces labour, until at least week 36/37 when it's safe for baby to come out.
Being stuck at home made me think a lot, especially since I was suffering from insomnia as well. I really wish I could just blame it all on pregnancy hormones, but I know how easily I fall when bad things happen. At the same time I felt really bad that Kayla had to go through my crying spells and all when she's just a little foetus, and wondering if this would have a negative impact on her life in the future. Now that I'm calmer I really thank God for giving me this baby, if not for Kayla I probably would have spiralled more out of control. I also felt better when she gives me little kicks while I'm down, reminding me that there is somebody else here with me.
Babies are truly a gift from God ♥︎