My maternity leave started
officially yesterday, although I have been on leave for the last two
weeks. I have been trying to keep
myself occupied so that I don’t go crazy.
Thankfully nesting has hit like crazy and I have been dragging out
furniture and cleaning corners that I previously pretended didn't exist and
rearranging every cupboard and draw in the house. I am running out of nooks and crannies now,
so hubby will have to watch out or his stuff is next!
The last few days have been
challenging. I have been having very
strong Braxton Hick (or “fake”) contractions daily and possibly about one big contraction
a day (usually in the morning), which isn't really enough to get me anywhere
near getting a baby out.
Some days I keep myself
busy enough to pass the time and on others I have to keep reminding myself to
have sabr, but on the whole I have been getting along. Yesterday was very tough though. I think my heart really did just drop into my
shoes and I just felt like giving up and crying in a heap somewhere.
My mum called me with good
news about one of my friends who had just had a little girl after three
boys. I was soooo happy for her and can’t
wait to go see her and share her happiness.
At the same time her due date was the same as mine and I started to feel
cheated, as if I had been left behind.
Very childish I know, but after a full day of sore ribs, swollen feet,
sore back, painful stomach and being unable to sit, lie down or move
comfortably or eat or breathe much, I just couldn't take any more.
The following conversation
with hubby ensued:
Me: ”I can’t take
any more!!!!! I'm fed up, this is never going to end”
Hubby: “Think of the rewards Allah gives to a
pregnant woman”
Me: “X had hers by
c-section, it didn't even hurt”
Hubby: “But you’ll get more
reward than her”
Me: “Y had hers two weeks early!”
Hubby: “You’ll get more
reward then her too”
Me: “Can’t I just read salat-al-tasbih for reward
instead?”
Hubby: “What you are going
through has more reward than anything”
Me: “I can’t breathe and I
can’t sit down either, what am I supposed to do?!”
At this point, hubby took
me out for a bit, which helped. We left
the kids with their gran and went to visit my second cousin who has just had a
baby boy by ceasarian section. I ended
up enjoying the visit and coming home feeling better. I kept telling that everything happens at its
appointed time and that every life has its time to begin and end as decided by
Allah (SWT).
In the middle of last night
(in between my usual 3-4 trips to the loo) a strange thing happened. I could suddenly breathe!! What things we take for granted. How amazing it felt! The baby seems to have moved down a bit, although
not massively. So now it is even harder
to sit, but I can breathe. I have been luxuriating
in deep breaths all morning. Subhan’Allah,
Allah (SWT) tests us, but as promised, He sends us reprieve too.
“Allah puts no burden on
any person beyond what He has given him. Allah will grant after hardship,
ease.” ~ Al- Quran 65:7
“Surely with every
difficulty there is relief. Surely with every difficulty there is relief.” ~
Al- Quran (94:5-6)
"Allah does not burden
a soul beyond its capacity." ~ Al-Quran (2: 286).
“And We have enjoined on man (to be dutiful and
good) to his parents. His mother bore him in weakness and hardship upon
weakness and hardship, and his weaning is in two years give thanks to Me and to
your parents, unto Me is the final destination.” ~ Al-Quran (31:
14)