Monday, October 24, 2011
Hello
I thought i would just introduce myself to you all ! My name is saphire mum of 1 very gorgeous little boy .. im engaged we live together in a 2 bedroom house in Norfolk England ... i'm a stay at home ( my fiance goes out to work ) Hmm what else to say ! i'm an outgoing person with such random thoughts you would not believe .. Im hoping to right a few blog post so beware there maybe some random stories coming up. That is about all .. anything you want to no feel free to ask x
Sunday, October 23, 2011
DOES YOUR PREGNANCY MOOD AFFECT YOUR BABIES ATTITUDE ??
I want to say an especial thanks to Saphire for this blog, it is a fascinating subject. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
From: Saphire george
I often think of strange things at the most unusual of times ! For instance this thought came into my head whilst shopping in iceland ..
DOES YOUR PREGNANCY MOOD EFFECT YOUR BABIES ATTITUDE ??
Studies have shown that women with a high level of anxiety in their last 3 months of pregnancy are more likely to give birth to a child who will have behavioural problems. With a non-anxious mum the chances of having a child with adhd are 1 in 20 whereas if you have an anxious mum this is increased to 1 in 10 - if these women have boys that chance then increases to a 1 in 5 chance.
My pregnancy was led very happily healthy (apart from the few false starts) but I was thriving I got very big but that was my baby the back ache didnt matter the stretch marks and everything else that comes with pregnancy such as the “glowing stage” they say you get ! The only thing glowing about me was my bright red stretch marks and spots like you would believe :) none of it mattered though even now there signs of pregnancy marks of pride for the child that once grew and developed in my body ! (back on the subject saphire we're not writing a poem), anyway my friend on the other hand she hated everything about pregnancy - constantly up the hospital for no reason at all other than she was hoping they would give her a c-section ! She was constantly in bed sulking and every time she got a stretch mark it was like her life almost ended ! She was tested for depression but doctors agreed it was all in her head and she was fed up ! After 37 weeks she tried absolutely everything to get labour started.
My son was born 6 days after due date her son born on due date :) my little boy has hit all of his targets bang on time and is even excelling compared to the other little boy who isnt a very happy baby at all he doesn't babble at 8 months, he still hasnt smiled, rolled over or done anything that most babies do at that age (has been checked by doctors for development problems and none were found) so is it because of her mood during pregnancy ? Sure links up ! I know people will think I'm nasty but I'm just giving an example and telling the truth, I will allow you to come to your own conclusion of whether you think it is possible or not, and I will say this is not always the case. Please do not think I'm saying you have to constantly be happy .. so when doctors say a happy pregnancy makes a healthy baby don't be so quick to dismiss it... :)
Babies born to mothers who are depressed may also be less active, show less attention and are more irritable and agitated than babies born to moms who are not depressed. This is why getting the right help is so important for both mom and baby.
From: Saphire george
I often think of strange things at the most unusual of times ! For instance this thought came into my head whilst shopping in iceland ..
DOES YOUR PREGNANCY MOOD EFFECT YOUR BABIES ATTITUDE ??
"Professor Glover said children's behavior was usually attributed to either genes or parenting.and the answer is yes in some cases it can! I always get told how happy a thriving Stuart is - this could be a result of my happy mood during my pregnancy. Yes I understand everyone has mood swings and that is totally normal but things such as depression can affect babies' weight, and whether baby comes late or early. Please do not misread this as it doesn't happen in all cases !
But she said this research suggested there was a chemical element as well"
Studies have shown that women with a high level of anxiety in their last 3 months of pregnancy are more likely to give birth to a child who will have behavioural problems. With a non-anxious mum the chances of having a child with adhd are 1 in 20 whereas if you have an anxious mum this is increased to 1 in 10 - if these women have boys that chance then increases to a 1 in 5 chance.
"We know some of these hormones, for example cortisol, can cross the placenta and it may well affect the development of the baby's brain in the womb." said Lead researcher Professor Vivette Glover"these findings came from a survey of more than 7,000 mothers-to-be. Each woman surveyed completed questionnaires designed to measure her level of anxiety at 18 and 32 weeks of pregnancy.
“Women were identified as anxious if they scored in the top 15% of respondents. Their children were assessed for behavioural and emotional problems just before their fourth birthday. Researchers focused in particular on women who were anxious during their pregnancy, but whose levels of anxiety fell after delivery. This was to see how the baby's behaviour was affected by antenatal anxiety rather than their mother's mood during their early years.”let me give you a personal experience - me and my friend were due 2 weeks apart.
My pregnancy was led very happily healthy (apart from the few false starts) but I was thriving I got very big but that was my baby the back ache didnt matter the stretch marks and everything else that comes with pregnancy such as the “glowing stage” they say you get ! The only thing glowing about me was my bright red stretch marks and spots like you would believe :) none of it mattered though even now there signs of pregnancy marks of pride for the child that once grew and developed in my body ! (back on the subject saphire we're not writing a poem), anyway my friend on the other hand she hated everything about pregnancy - constantly up the hospital for no reason at all other than she was hoping they would give her a c-section ! She was constantly in bed sulking and every time she got a stretch mark it was like her life almost ended ! She was tested for depression but doctors agreed it was all in her head and she was fed up ! After 37 weeks she tried absolutely everything to get labour started.
My son was born 6 days after due date her son born on due date :) my little boy has hit all of his targets bang on time and is even excelling compared to the other little boy who isnt a very happy baby at all he doesn't babble at 8 months, he still hasnt smiled, rolled over or done anything that most babies do at that age (has been checked by doctors for development problems and none were found) so is it because of her mood during pregnancy ? Sure links up ! I know people will think I'm nasty but I'm just giving an example and telling the truth, I will allow you to come to your own conclusion of whether you think it is possible or not, and I will say this is not always the case. Please do not think I'm saying you have to constantly be happy .. so when doctors say a happy pregnancy makes a healthy baby don't be so quick to dismiss it... :)
Babies born to mothers who are depressed may also be less active, show less attention and are more irritable and agitated than babies born to moms who are not depressed. This is why getting the right help is so important for both mom and baby.
Thank you for reading and I hope to hear your opinions X
Dear Mum
I can't remember the year you died, isn't that awful? Every day I miss you with a breathtaking fierceness that makes my chest clench and hurts so much that it is impossible to describe. But I can't remember how long it is since you decided to leave. I have the date, as it was our wedding anniversary. That didn't matter as we have never really celebrated anniversaries. That was probably just lethargy, who knows? I remember everything about that awful awful time. But is it five years, or six years? I simply can't remember.
And for some of the things that happened then and since, for all the love I will always have for you, I can't forgive you. And I can't understand why you wouldn't make a decision about some things and yet make shocking decisions about others. It is easy to put it down to the kidney failure but that isn't why, and we all know it.
There is no way anyone can prepare for the moment when the Doctors ask you to tell you mother she needs to decide whether to go forward or to pull the plug. And that if she decides to go forward she isn't going to make it anyway as the infection won't clear. And the Doctor asks you to tell your mother she is dying, and has a matter of days. I still haven't worked out why they asked me to tell you Mum? All I can think is that you were being quite unresponsive, and perhaps they felt you would hear me and not them? Please cut out my heart now. I am not strong enough to tell my mother that and not cry, I am sorry Mum. I love you.
But why did you disappear then, please tell me? The last words anyone heard from you were when you said "I love you Carol. I'm sorry". I hang on to that with everything I have. After that - where did you go? Was it because of the peritonitis, or the awful shock of knowing that your death was next door and waiting for you to follow? There were so many things I wanted to ask you but you left without another word. You wouldn't make the decision.
I wanted you to tell me why my only sister, my only sibling now, despises me? What did I do that turned her suddenly against me - we loved each other I thought. Once. She always had me there for her, always and in all ways. I wanted to know why you thought it was alright to give her house and everything in it to my niece? Jo was the only one there who gained. A house, all the contents, free and clear, no rent. Nothing to pay. Loser? Cathy. Winner? Jo. Why did you fall for Jo's "plan" to sell her mother's house and yours, and move everyone into a LARGE house together? As if.
She was what, 20? Had two tiny children, an invalid grandmother, a brain-damaged mother and a mentally handicapped uncle. And she still convinced you that all would be fine and she would care for everyone. She couldn't even vacuum for you as it was, just used you as a baby sitter and you couldn't see her evil, greedy, grasping strategy. You and Dad didn't have much, but she would have had it all.
I wanted to ask you what you were sorry for Mum? That you let yourself be persuaded to change your will a week before you died, and leave me not even a memento? Wasn't I always with you from the start? Doctors, hospitals, clinics, treatments, giving you injections all the time, taking the cat to the vet, cooking, cleaning, washing, shopping. Anything, and everything because I love you Mum. What did I do so wrong that you decided I didn't need to be remembered?
If you could, would you make it right? How could you take away the past years of heartache and anguish, they are lodged inside me until the day I die. How could you leave and then let the Doctors tell me to ask the family (big joke, family) to decide whether to stop treatment and let you die? You just stopped being here, and I don't understand how you could do that?
Yes, we said let you go, you had no resources left to fight with, the dialysis had stopped working. You wouldn't make it onto haemodialysis. So yes, let you go peacefully. While we became what felt and feels like murderers. Can you tell me why Mum? Do you know the tears we cried?
Every time I think that I have my mind at peace about this at last, something comes and hits me between the eyes, and I start being tortured by it all over again. There is one thing I pray and pray that at least I have been able to show Katrina, and that is that it is good to discuss things, no matter how difficult. To talk things over as mother and daughter or as a family.
Do you realise we had never done that? Not once. No discussion. Dad decided or Mum decided. End of subject. That is so hard to deal with too. Maybe you realised at the end that you had made a dreadfully wrong decision, and hadn't involved me in any of it? Was that why you said you were sorry?
For the chance of another day with you, I would give years of my own life, just to be able to finally talk with you properly - to MAKE you open up and talk to me. To explain your reasons, and ease my hurt by explaining why you cut me out at the very end. It is so hard Mum, how do I deal with the constant agony? It feels as though you disowned me and I can't see why? Do you understand? I can't understand any of it. I love you Mum, that will never change, and has never changed.
But now there will never be an answer. I can't pick up the phone as I did every single day and call you. I can't ask you anything ever again. And I can't forgive you because I will never know what made you think you could hurt me so dreadfully and that I would be alright with that. Because I don't understand. I just don't. You broke my heart. I am still not dealing well with that. The day you died I lost my whole family.
Your eldest daughter,
Carol.
And for some of the things that happened then and since, for all the love I will always have for you, I can't forgive you. And I can't understand why you wouldn't make a decision about some things and yet make shocking decisions about others. It is easy to put it down to the kidney failure but that isn't why, and we all know it.
There is no way anyone can prepare for the moment when the Doctors ask you to tell you mother she needs to decide whether to go forward or to pull the plug. And that if she decides to go forward she isn't going to make it anyway as the infection won't clear. And the Doctor asks you to tell your mother she is dying, and has a matter of days. I still haven't worked out why they asked me to tell you Mum? All I can think is that you were being quite unresponsive, and perhaps they felt you would hear me and not them? Please cut out my heart now. I am not strong enough to tell my mother that and not cry, I am sorry Mum. I love you.
But why did you disappear then, please tell me? The last words anyone heard from you were when you said "I love you Carol. I'm sorry". I hang on to that with everything I have. After that - where did you go? Was it because of the peritonitis, or the awful shock of knowing that your death was next door and waiting for you to follow? There were so many things I wanted to ask you but you left without another word. You wouldn't make the decision.
I wanted you to tell me why my only sister, my only sibling now, despises me? What did I do that turned her suddenly against me - we loved each other I thought. Once. She always had me there for her, always and in all ways. I wanted to know why you thought it was alright to give her house and everything in it to my niece? Jo was the only one there who gained. A house, all the contents, free and clear, no rent. Nothing to pay. Loser? Cathy. Winner? Jo. Why did you fall for Jo's "plan" to sell her mother's house and yours, and move everyone into a LARGE house together? As if.
She was what, 20? Had two tiny children, an invalid grandmother, a brain-damaged mother and a mentally handicapped uncle. And she still convinced you that all would be fine and she would care for everyone. She couldn't even vacuum for you as it was, just used you as a baby sitter and you couldn't see her evil, greedy, grasping strategy. You and Dad didn't have much, but she would have had it all.
I wanted to ask you what you were sorry for Mum? That you let yourself be persuaded to change your will a week before you died, and leave me not even a memento? Wasn't I always with you from the start? Doctors, hospitals, clinics, treatments, giving you injections all the time, taking the cat to the vet, cooking, cleaning, washing, shopping. Anything, and everything because I love you Mum. What did I do so wrong that you decided I didn't need to be remembered?
If you could, would you make it right? How could you take away the past years of heartache and anguish, they are lodged inside me until the day I die. How could you leave and then let the Doctors tell me to ask the family (big joke, family) to decide whether to stop treatment and let you die? You just stopped being here, and I don't understand how you could do that?
Yes, we said let you go, you had no resources left to fight with, the dialysis had stopped working. You wouldn't make it onto haemodialysis. So yes, let you go peacefully. While we became what felt and feels like murderers. Can you tell me why Mum? Do you know the tears we cried?
Every time I think that I have my mind at peace about this at last, something comes and hits me between the eyes, and I start being tortured by it all over again. There is one thing I pray and pray that at least I have been able to show Katrina, and that is that it is good to discuss things, no matter how difficult. To talk things over as mother and daughter or as a family.
Do you realise we had never done that? Not once. No discussion. Dad decided or Mum decided. End of subject. That is so hard to deal with too. Maybe you realised at the end that you had made a dreadfully wrong decision, and hadn't involved me in any of it? Was that why you said you were sorry?
For the chance of another day with you, I would give years of my own life, just to be able to finally talk with you properly - to MAKE you open up and talk to me. To explain your reasons, and ease my hurt by explaining why you cut me out at the very end. It is so hard Mum, how do I deal with the constant agony? It feels as though you disowned me and I can't see why? Do you understand? I can't understand any of it. I love you Mum, that will never change, and has never changed.
But now there will never be an answer. I can't pick up the phone as I did every single day and call you. I can't ask you anything ever again. And I can't forgive you because I will never know what made you think you could hurt me so dreadfully and that I would be alright with that. Because I don't understand. I just don't. You broke my heart. I am still not dealing well with that. The day you died I lost my whole family.
Your eldest daughter,
Carol.
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