Previously on Story of a Natural Mother…
My pregnancy was, and was not, eventful. I have blocked a lot of the memories of my pregnancy because some of them are just too hard and painful to think about. One of the happy moments I remember is the day my mom and I went to the OB/GYN and found out I was on Team Pink. My mom guessed right away my baby was a girl. I, however, wondered how in the world she could see it was a girl with the black and white pictures.
My doctor was a very quiet man, but he was experienced. I liked him. During another of my prenatal visits, two of my friends came with me. It was my last sonogram. My doctor asked if he told me the sex of the baby. “Yes” I said. But he said “Are you sure?” I started freaking out and asked, “Wait! It’s a Boy?” (as we had just bought a lot of girl stuff) But no, he was just joking with me. When I remember that, I do have a little giggle.
My prenatal visits were not always laughs and happy moments. I also remember during that first sonogram that my doctor was very concerned about the size of Olivia’s head. He explained to both of us that her head was growing 3 weeks ahead of her body. That made my mother and I panic. We went straight home and Googled it. The first thing we found was “hydrocephalus” or “water on the brain”, but when Olivia was born she was a healthy baby with a ton of black hair. She did have a big head, though.
My mother was with me when Olivia was born. I had a c-section, and I chose her to be there for the birth of her first grand-baby. I remember my mother saying, “She has a head full of hair!” repeatedly. After that the nurses brought my baby girl over to me. The memory of the c-section itself is blurry, and I fought to stay awake and aware.
My mom told me that as everyone was holding and meeting Olivia while I was in recovery, she told my dad, “Her head is 36 1/2 inches.” Dad replied, “Hun, 36 1/2 inches is bigger than my waist.” “I meant centimeters!” my Mom corrected. I still get a good laugh about that. That is why I think my mom and dad make the perfect couple. They can always make me laugh which does help me deal with all the rough, hectic times in my life because of this adoption.
In Other News….
I know I have been quiet lately, but I have not been in a writing mood. News is that I am moving from my apartment to live with my parents who are over 500 miles away. There are a lot of reasons why, but the main reason is because of what happened with the adoption. I continue to have difficulty concentrating on school. So, I’m taking a break, and I’m going to try to get my priorities and life straightened out. Then I will go back to school, and hopefully, be doing better.
Another reason is I just miss my parents. I miss being near them. I miss the family life that we had in the past. When my mom and I talk on the phone and she explains what our parrots did, or what my little brother did that was funny, I miss it. I know one day I’ll have to stop living with my parents and start living on my own, but during this rough time, almost 3 years after the adoption, it’s more important for me to be with my family.