I found out I was pregnant with my first baby during Sydney’s 2021 lockdown. The days were short, the evenings were long, the isolation was boring, and the nausea was a nightmare.
The one thing that kept me going was the planning: for my birth, yes, but mostly for my baby, and those incredible first few weeks when we finally got to meet him and bring him home.
During that lockdown, we bought our first home, complete with a second bedroom with a big skylight that felt like a nursery the moment I walked in.
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There, I thought, under that skylight, is where I’ll sit with him when he comes home from the hospital. That’ll be the payoff: nine long months of pregnancy, so I can bring him into this room and stare at him all day in the sunshine.
Well, you know what they say about plans and making God laugh.
Nine long months? We barely made it to seven.
Following a diagnosis of early onset preeclampsia, my son, Max, was born by emergency c-section at 32 weeks.
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