So, I spent a large and rather sleepless part of last night thinking about this… Giving birth to a child.. I would call it transformational. Oh no, I am not dreamy dramatic when I say this. It’s the kind of transformation that you don’t find mentioned anywhere (but here probably).
When you get into the process of giving birth to a child (wind back to the day you did the deed) you sign up for 9-10 months of radical body changes. You sign up (involuntarily,of course) for major hormonal swings, erratic hunger cravings and pangs, delivering like a dam that just broke, leaky breasts in random and weird situations, bleeding like there’s no tomorrow (almost) and giving up on sleep once and for all, to begin with.
This is just scratching the surface… There’s more to it. There’s the emotional transformation as well and I think that hits the hardest. Most of us (who have been there) scrape through the physical changes somehow, but the emotional changes are a whole different game.
Why am I talking about this? Because it’s not easy to be growing a child inside, looking at yourself undergo massive changes (hello, baggy tent like wardrobe) and having to deal with it all like an ‘adult’. That.. that bit about being an adult. If it were upto me, I would want to kick a mighty fuss for all that happens around me and NOT adult up. It’s that hard on the head. Very very very hard.
This is why people must beyond respect and have special regard for pregnant women. Because it’s bloody damn hard. When people around you don’t sense that, it can be a turmoil.
This is where, at some small point, the seed of PPD sets in. It is a teeny tiny speck and it manifests into a mountain in no time. Many mothers go through post partum depression in various degrees. Some’miss being themselves’, some ‘dont relate to motherhood’, some just want to be held and loved.
Imagine this: for 9 months people wait on you like you dropped down from heaven.. “duh! You are bringing in a child! You deserve that kind of importance”. Then all of a sudden, it’s a potato-like looking 8pound thing that becomes the centre of attention, while you are sitting there with bloodshot eyes and sticky leaky boobs! Ugllllllyyyy!
Again, I am just scratching the surface here. What I intend to say is that it’s upto people around to ensure that a woman sees through her pregnancy in not just physically good state but also a mentally good one.
It stems from respecting a person for what they go through and not just what end result you expect out of them. Empathy is one way to begin, using your common sense is just another 😉
P.S..: If you tell me that men go through transformation as well, then this very very very pregnant mother will curse you with 40 days of messy lochia and more, because it isn’t the same.
P.P.S.: I am no expert on clinical disorders, but being a mother to a monstrous toddler and waddling my last few weeks pregnant has knocked in some sense into me 🙂