I have been thinking about my pregnancy with Chiara
More and more I can’t see how it can be my fault that we lost our son at five months and a week pregnant. There must be something the reality or realisation about which Edoardo has effectively run away from, run out on us about.
Yes, I fell pregnant after having sex with three men at the same time, well one after the other kind of thing. I’m not proud of this promiscuity but it resulted in my beautiful daughter being born in Rome in 2014, and the deep love my parents have for me being exhibited in the depths of their support for me as I was about to start my degree studies at university.
They provided the facilities for me to express my milk (in the early months I produced just enough to feed my daughter, although they wouldn’t bother me if they ran out of my milk, they gave her a formula milk to top her up until I got home. There were odd occasions they brought her to me so I could feed her.
My pregnancy was very apparent during the latter stages of the gestation period, and I hadn’t quite finished my first year when I gave birth at the maternity hospital where my son would have been born if I had gone full term, to which I was rushed when my miscarriage occurred. I didn’t get much grief from my university friends who were in their way supportive, and a few of whom I still see in the city, and we have girls nights.
The hospital specialist who delivered Chiara was a very professional and competent doctor in the face of midwives who were not quite as ready and accommodating as perhaps they should have been. I am told this is an Europe-wide problem that midwives show, I have no idea why!
I only stayed in hospital for as long as it took for me to be able to feed my baby competently and then my parents whisked me home, and they had set up my room as a mother and baby nest for me to adapt to being a mother, before I needed to get back to my studies to be able to get a proper balance in making a good start for the two of us.
There were no complications during either my pregnancy nor in Chiara’s first two years. She was a very healthy baby from the get go! There were a good few nights of interrupted sleep, but teething issues aside I was able to get to university and leave my daughter with the nurse my parents were paying for with no qualms.
I admit I changed discipline when Chiara was born which meant I had stuff to catch up with but I was resourceful enough to cope with everything that was thrown my way.
Tomorrow Chiara and I are going to Capri for the first of our holidays this summer, so totally different to the last twelve years when we just went to my grandparents farm for the better part of the summer.
Yes, I fell pregnant after having sex with three men at the same time, well one after the other kind of thing. I’m not proud of this promiscuity but it resulted in my beautiful daughter being born in Rome in 2014, and the deep love my parents have for me being exhibited in the depths of their support for me as I was about to start my degree studies at university.
They provided the facilities for me to express my milk (in the early months I produced just enough to feed my daughter, although they wouldn’t bother me if they ran out of my milk, they gave her a formula milk to top her up until I got home. There were odd occasions they brought her to me so I could feed her.
My pregnancy was very apparent during the latter stages of the gestation period, and I hadn’t quite finished my first year when I gave birth at the maternity hospital where my son would have been born if I had gone full term, to which I was rushed when my miscarriage occurred. I didn’t get much grief from my university friends who were in their way supportive, and a few of whom I still see in the city, and we have girls nights.
The hospital specialist who delivered Chiara was a very professional and competent doctor in the face of midwives who were not quite as ready and accommodating as perhaps they should have been. I am told this is an Europe-wide problem that midwives show, I have no idea why!
I only stayed in hospital for as long as it took for me to be able to feed my baby competently and then my parents whisked me home, and they had set up my room as a mother and baby nest for me to adapt to being a mother, before I needed to get back to my studies to be able to get a proper balance in making a good start for the two of us.
There were no complications during either my pregnancy nor in Chiara’s first two years. She was a very healthy baby from the get go! There were a good few nights of interrupted sleep, but teething issues aside I was able to get to university and leave my daughter with the nurse my parents were paying for with no qualms.
I admit I changed discipline when Chiara was born which meant I had stuff to catch up with but I was resourceful enough to cope with everything that was thrown my way.
Tomorrow Chiara and I are going to Capri for the first of our holidays this summer, so totally different to the last twelve years when we just went to my grandparents farm for the better part of the summer.
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