Next up on Motherhood Month is a post from our pregnant TalkMum blogger Eleanor. With only three weeks to go until her due date, here she discusses her thoughts on becoming a mum, and how she's dealt with problems in her pregnancy. Follow Eleanor on Twitter at @EleanorWi
When motherhood month on TalkMum rolled around I wondered what I might write about. In the end, I realised that although our baby isn’t safe beside me right now, it’s safe inside me instead – which, aside from a lot of support from my wonderful husband, is mostly down to me. And I’ve decided, that does make me a mother! A mother with three weeks till D-day!
The most unexpected side effect of my expectant state is that I have evolved into a machine with a purpose. You’ll hear lots of talk of labour as a ‘productive pain’ – which is an excellent way to look at it. But the productive pain started way before that, for me, which is something I have actually begun to appreciate!
As a reward for knowing how to grow a baby without having to ask for instructions, my body has given its lower half some time off for good behaviour and has cut my pelvis loose for a freestyle few months just when I needed it most. I’ve had a condition called SPD since around 25 weeks.
SPD stands for Symphysis Pubis Disfunction. It comes in various degrees and pain levels. Mine is considered mid-range. At its mildest form, it’s a recurring pain in the pelvis, a sort of crunching feeling, and difficulty with much movement. At worst, it involves a wheelchair, bed rest and an alternative birth plan.
SPD can come on at any time from around 16-18 weeks. If you are struggling to get comfortable in bed, move from sitting to standing, or feel soreness when you walk for short periods, consult your GP. Get a physio referral, a nice Shrek-style support belt, and cut yourself some slack.
These are bad times, the pain is hard, but it’s purposeful. I like to think of it like this - your body is concentrating on supporting your baby. Your body is making you into a mother as it creates your child. It’s literally making you less selfish.
Last night, as I got up for the seventh time my poor husband re-arranged the pillows around me and helped me elevate my legs, I felt the comforting thud of a small foot in my ribs and a ripple of movement which seemed to be saying, “I’m ok in here you know, I’m going to be just fine!”
I believe these are the first months of motherhood – pregnancy. The nine or so months where you gave your body and mind over to the task of supporting another life without even trying. Where aches and pains are more than bearable when you imagine the tiny sidekick you’re going to meet soon.
When the baby’s here, I know I’ll be able to say that I have loved it and cared for it since the second I knew it was going to be ours.
So, SPD, you suck, but you’re not all that. I’ve got better things to think about!
Did you suffer from SPD in pregnancy? Do you have any tips for dealing with the pain?