I won't get into the whole story but my labor was rough, long and almost killed me. I had to have a blood transfusion and it wasn't fun. I have to say the idea of ever getting someones blood is kind of gross. It definitely always made me cringe. I would have liked to have gone the route of always having only my blood but that just wasn't an option. Receiving blood is pretty rough in and of itself. It is cold and burns your arm like you wouldn't believe. The worst part is sitting through it knowing that any moment you could have a reaction to the blood you are getting and die. Even though it is pretty rare it doesn't leave your mind and you sit there in silence hoping that you make it through. You always read about people who get transplants and cellular memory, makes you wonder if on the same level you can get something similar from a transfusion.
It could always be a product of changing tastes from pregnancy but things are different.
I can't eat pickles anymore. I didn't really eat them while I was pregnant but now I just can't do it and I used to LOVE them. My sweet tooth has gotten ten times worse. All I crave now is Mcdonald's vanilla ice cream cones. Prior to this I don't think I had ever had one. But I wanted them like a man lost in the desert wants a drink of water. I would eat them every day if I could; probably multiple times a day at that. All of a sudden I like chocolate; I have never been a fan.
Life is funny sometimes. It doesn't work out how you expected and it certainly throws you for a curve quite often. But the greatest thing is that I have my life. Even if I can no longer eat the things I love and want things I never really cared for before.
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