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The Birth Of A Star! by Elisabeth Ann Holdsworth Like all expectant mothers by my 40th week of pregnancy I had just about had enough! I was on the Raspberry Leaf Tea, eating pineapple by the boat load and having curry for dinner every evening. I had had a terrible pregnancy. I was sick all the way through and not just “morning” sickness. No, my sickness was any time, any where and it just did not matter what I ate. I could guarantee that within 1 hour of eating I was making friends with the toilet bowl and wishing to god I could eat again without worrying where the nearest bathroom was. My babies father had also done a bunk and left me when I was 3 months pregnant claiming he just did not want the child I was carrying, and after the ultimatum of “it’s the baby or me”. He went as there was no way I could get rid of the life inside me. The baby was me. I had made it. I was keeping it warm, and by hook or by crook I would not let it down. I was its mother and it had chosen me. I spent weeks in and out of hospital, for stays varying from 1 day to 1 week, with water infections, worries about my baby being so small (yes, I was still only a size 10 at 40 weeks, something some women would be glad of!), the baby being breech, bleeding, stress and the top of it all a car accident. No, my pregnancy was not the happy glowing time I had always hoped it would be. I was due by my midwifes dates on the 18th November, and by my dates on the 14th November. It was now the 20th November, I was officially “late”. So, on 20th November my mother and I went for the midwifes appointment we hoped we would have avoided. As with every morning I had woken on that Monday thinking “another night gone and no baby… It won’t be today”. The feeling of spending another day waiting was getting too much. I was getting text messages by the million asking if I had had the baby (this had been going on for about a week and I was at the point of replying with “yes, whoops, did I forget to tell you!”). So I sat in the waiting room, surrounded by babies and other expectants for my “go”. The appointment was nothing exciting. The usual prodding and poking, questions on how I was feeling and the mention that I was still only 2 5ths engaged. (I will not lie, I was hoping for at least 3 5ths by this point!) The midwife declared that the baby was sticking where it was for now, that the baby was happy where it was and as such next week they would start to think about inducing me. I was gutted! I want action, I wanted my baby! I had only given up work a few days before my due date and already I was restless (there really is only so much kitchen cleaning one person can do to keep busy!) The thought of another week of finding things to do and lying around waiting was like a life sentence to me.
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