I haven't had the easiest pregnancy, two massive bleeds in the early stages, anaemia, and reduced movements that required a fair bit of monitoring a few weeks ago.
This morning I was concerned that once again I hadn't felt the baby move in approx 24 hours. Did all I could think of to get it to move, but nothing forthcoming so I rang the assessment unit and was advised to go in for monitoring. Fortunately all was well, was monitored for about an hour and a half and told it was likely positional but they were happy baby was ok.
Family have all seem to have rung each other because we live in each others pockets they are concerned. Have had a few phone calls from various members asking how I am (which is very nice) but why do they all insist on telling me that I 'just need to settle down now' and 'try and keep calm next time' 'I must stop worrying about things' and of course 'sometimes babies don't move much, you know'
Now I know I'm being a bitch (a very tired, hormonal and emotional one) but yes I do know that sometimes babies don't move much, I have been pregnant before after all, I also know that 24 hours is a fucking long time for it not to move.
I also do not need to 'calm down'. Anxiety is not causing me to not feel the baby. The baby not moving is causing me to not feel the baby move. They made me feel like I've been dramatic and over cautious. I was actually very controlled this morning. Yes I had a few silent tears after speaking to the midwife, then I splashed my face and calmly got into the car and drove myself to the hospital.
I know they were trying to be nice, but really they made me feel like I was being a complete drama queen. The only reason they knew about it in the first place is because I ended up being late picking my Nan up for lunch.
On the plus side, DD (2.2) has been an absolute saint all day
allowing herself to be put in the car with a slice of toast in her hand, playing quietly behind a curtain with her doll for an hour and a half whilst I had to keep still, eating at funny times and having to sit in the car for ages while I ferried Nan about.
A big part of me wants to just go and lie down beside her and hug her and not let go. Except I would break her toddler bed with my great big bulk 