My pregnancy journey

Before getting pregnant, I imagined pregnancy would be a slow and predictable process. You find out, you watch your belly grow, you prepare the nursery, and then eventually the baby arrives. That’s the version you see everywhere.

My experience was different.

I found out I was pregnant in early July. I remember staring at the test and just thinking, okay… this is real now. It felt exciting but also a little surreal. I didn’t immediately feel like a “mom” yet. It felt more like I was stepping into something completely new and unknown.

The first big moment for me was hearing the heartbeat.

Up until that point, pregnancy still felt abstract. But hearing that tiny heartbeat made it real. There was actually a little person in there. From that moment, I started thinking about her differently. I would catch myself wondering what she would look like, what kind of personality she might have, and what life would look like once she arrived.

Pregnancy itself had a lot of ups and downs. There were doctor visits, tests, and moments where things were uncertain. I realized quickly that pregnancy is a lot of waiting and a lot of hoping that everything continues progressing normally.

On my 3rd trimester, I developed pregnancy-induced hypertension.  I had to take several medications to control my blood pressure and went for frequent checkups to make sure the baby and I were stable. In the second week of January, my blood pressure got so high that I had to be admitted to the hospital. Since then, I was closely monitored.

At 36 weeks, my placenta started to disintegrate and I began bleeding heavily. What I thought would be a normal check suddenly turned into an emergency situation. Things moved very quickly after that. Doctors, decisions, surgery.

I ended up needing an emergency C-section.

I lost about a liter of blood and had some complications with clotting. The whole experience felt very sudden and overwhelming. It was definitely not the calm delivery I had imagined during pregnancy.

On February 21st, at 8:31 AM, our daughter was born.

Seeing her for the first time made everything else fade into the background. She was tiny but strong, and suddenly the pregnancy that felt so long was over and this new chapter started immediately.

The first week of motherhood has been emotional in ways I didn’t expect.

Sometimes I feel overwhelming love for her. Sometimes I feel anxious and keep checking if she’s breathing. Sometimes I cry for no clear reason. I’ve realized that becoming a mother unlocks emotions that are hard to explain.

I also feel a deeper appreciation for my husband. Seeing him hold our daughter is something I’ll probably never get used to. It’s one of those moments that quietly reminds me how much our lives have changed.

Looking back now, pregnancy wasn’t the smooth, glowing experience people talk about online. It had uncertainty, fear, and a very dramatic ending.

But it also gave me my daughter.

And when I think about everything that happened, the only thing that really stands out now is that she’s here.

That’s the part that matters.

I love you, my little Rosie. 🌸