What a mother. Chapter I.

For a few days now I’ve been thinking about an idea that seems pretty funny to me. And maybe useful too. I wanted to get back to the blog, because although it doesn’t have many readers, I think sometimes I publish content that can be interesting. But it is also true that some of this content is explained by the networks in a thousand and one different ways.

Thinking and thinking about new content I came to the conclusion that it could talk about me. What a novelty, you will say, another egoblogger!!! Noooo. When I mean to talk about myself it is, above all, to talk about myself as a mother. It’s not new either, I know, but I think that experience is a degree and it seems to me that I can contribute something to the topic of motherhood. I want to speak from humor and with the desire to help many mothers who may go through situations similar to what I have gone through or what I am going through. In fact, MamaceraM is born from my experience as a mother.

So one thing led to another and today I am here to present to you the first chapter of “Menda Madre” because yes, sometimes I am quite tremendous. But we will leave these tremendous things for future chapters.

Today I want to talk to you about my first pregnancy. Well, before I got pregnant, about how, but not about how in itself either… I think I’m getting involved, you better read me.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a woman who advocates healthy living, I believe that the body gives you what you give it. I also believe in energies but not in coincidences or in “things” that science cannot demonstrate. It may sound somewhat contradictory but it all makes a lot of sense to me.

When my husband and I decided to start a family it was a moment of excitement and fear. Nothing new for the majority of mothers who will read me. When you are a beginner, doubts often win over excitement.

The truth is that this initial enthusiasm little by little gave way to concern and a little to despair. We had been trying to get pregnant for more than a year and we couldn’t. And we tried!

The first thing you think is why? If you lead a healthy life, I take good vitamins, we exercise, we have healthy habits, we don’t smoke or drink alcohol, coffee or soft drinks, I’m at my weight, I don’t have too many scares, I try to lead a calm life… It’s a period in which the one where the whys don’t stop filling your head. They can be distressing moments, really. You try to stay calm and think that if it can’t be, it can’t be. There are many ways to be a mother, right? But there are reasons, they say, that the heart does not understand. And it’s true.

The next step was a visit to the doctor. And here things are more scary. First it was my husband, because of course, if something doesn’t go well, we always believe it’s the other person’s fault.

But no, it wasn’t either of them. The solution, keep trying.

One day, I had nothing to lose, I decided to try standing with my legs up, with a cushion on my lower back to lift the area more and help the sperm find its way… they told me it worked and I thought they were stupid. . I don’t know how long I was like this. It seemed like an eternity, honestly.

I don’t know if it was having my legs up, that the stars aligned or that really when you relax and stop obsessing everything flows, but I got pregnant. Then my second pregnancy came, much faster and inverted positions were not necessary.

I want to appeal to all parents who are in this very distressing process: a lot of encouragement and a lot of strength. I know these are words you have heard countless times. Mine was a happy ending, why can’t it be yours?

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