At around 12 weeks pregnant with Ethan I had a huge bleed whilst at work. I had searing pain through my stomach and was informed by staff at the hospital that it was likely that I was losing my baby. I felt utterly numb and I'll never forget the feeling of devastation I had at being told that.Thankfully, I ended up being extremely lucky – I went back for a scan the next day and my baby (Ethan) was absolutely fine, I had a ruptured placenta, but thankfully - that was all. I’ve never felt so grateful and thankful in my entire life and I cried tears of joy out loud as soon as I saw him move on the screen. But the whole experience made me realize just how fragile pregnancy is. And when you hear from friends and/or family that they’ve lost a child during pregnancy, it reinforces this worry and sense of risk even more.And so I felt (and I still feel) more cautious this time around and I knew straight away that I wanted to keep the early weeks of this pregnancy between Adam and I. I accidentally ended up telling my Mother-in-law a few weeks later during a discussion about booking a family holiday for her birthday. It’s not how I wanted to have told her but sometimes these things happen and it wasn’t like I was unhappy for her to know. I went home that night still not feeling particularly comfortable to tell people, but guilty that whilst my mother-in-law knew, my own mom didn’t. I told myself that I’d tell her in the morning and then I went to bed.I woke the next morning to a text from my Mum which read, “Omg are you pregnant?!”.. I was totally and utterly baffled by her text. My mother-in-law had promised to keep our news to herself and so I knew it hadn’t come from her. I desperately trawled through my social media networks to see if the pregnancy app I am using had automatically posted an update on my behalf - but nothing.I replied to her text with three question marks, to see what she said. And when she she replied she said, “I dreamt last night you said “Mum my periods are playing up and I exclaimed “You’re pregnant!!!”.I sat there in disbelief for a while and during that time she sent me two further texts.. “Well… Spill…..??”, “Are my spidey senses tingling?”
I ended up face timing her shocked and totally stunned to let her know that her ‘spidey’ senses certainly were tingling correctly! I still can’t get my head around the fact that it came to her on a dream, the same very night/day that I was going to tell her myself. Perhaps it was some sort of psychic intervention (if you believe in all that), that helped me to tell my Mum because I was struggling to and I needed for her to know (because since she’s known I’ve felt SO more relaxed about my worries). Perhaps it’s true that a Mother has a special intuition with their child. Or perhaps it was just pure coincidence. Either way, it sure spooked me out! Now I just need her to dream up the winning lottery numbers.. ;)
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