on the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me .....
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........ my beautiful first baby! Not mine but the very lovely Jayne's from Mums the Word. Here is today's lovely guest post about Christmas.
Back in 2007, my life was very different to how it is now. I’d been married for just over a year and I was working full time in an Accountants office, doing book-keeping and accounts. We lived in a flat which was small but plenty for Husband and I and our day-to-day lives were average for a married couple in their early 20’s. We enjoyed spending time with friends and were still firmly in the Honeymoon period of our relationship.
Sometime in November, I started having sporadic periods of sickness and horrible waves of nausea. A guy I worked with was a pipe smoker and I had to ask to be moved away from him in the office because just the smell of his very strong pipe tobacco would have me rushing to the loo to throw up and I could barely keep anything down. One lady I worked with kept joking that I must be pregnant, but I was adamant that I wasn’t as I’d been told it would be very hard for me to conceive with the various health issues I’d suffered in the past.
By December, the sickness was worse and I thought I must have developed a stomach ulcer. I went with my colleagues to my works Christmas do and was unable to eat anything that was put in front of me. I had to power on though as I had a job to do, as well having offered to host my Mum’s side of the family at our house for Christmas Day.
By the night before Christmas Eve, however, I was so ill that I was bringing up blood and Husband over-ruled my stubbornness, insisting on taking me to A&E. A few hours and some tests later, in the early hours of Christmas Eve, Husband and I were waiting for the inevitable “you need a camera down your throat” conversation because of my ‘stomach ulcer’ when my doctor peeped his head around the curtain. He looked nervous.
“Err” he started, oh-so eloquently “Mrs. Crammond…did you know that you’re pregnant?!”
You know that expression “You could knock me down with a feather”? Well, in that split second when I glanced at my Husband I understood exactly what that meant.
Finding out I was pregnant the day before Christmas was the best gift I’ve ever received. I still hosted my relatives for dinner, although cooking with hyperemesis wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done! Sausage was born the next August and our lives haven’t been the same since. I never thought I’d get to be a Mum, so to me she’s our little Christmas miracle.
Skip forward six years and I’m currently pregnant with our second child. That means another Christmas of staying away from the pudding (I’m diabetic) and definitely avoiding the port and lemon, but knowing that just after Christmas I’ll get to hold another little miracle makes it all worth it.
Well, I say that now, but I might not be so amiable when everyone else is enjoying the pate and Baileys on the 25th! That’s okay, I might make them all do a second Christmas, just for me, in March!
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