I have never judged anybody as harshly as I judged myself whilst smoking a cigarette pregnant.
But that's not what made me stop. The shame kept me smoking and feeling isolated and different. It was the love for my unborn child that helped me cut down and then to quit.
A poster mentioned many of the disadvantages I was at, not least an unplanned pregnancy but some really horrible life experiences and circumstances. And feeling very very alone. But I did manage to quit with the wonderful support of the NHS service. And I am so grateful that I did. It was a lot harder than I think anybody will ever give me credit for. I was one of those people they didn't expect to give up. But I did give up.
I don't judge anybody, because I have been to hell and back. And just because I managed to find the strength to give up and get the appropriate support, it was bloody tough and I know that others just do not have that much fight. I didn't know I did and often felt like it was beyond me.
Some of us live very different lives. You do not know what other people are going through. Yes it's hard to watch but try and have some bloody compassion.
It's so easy to kick pregnant women. They are just an easy target for condescending bullies snobs who don't know the first thing about their struggles.
The only thing I hope is that my children won't ever be smokers and have to go through that themselves and that I can stay stopped for good, especially my daughter.