A mother who was made fun of for having a “big” baby bump won’t succumb to pregnancy stigma.
Eliana Rodriguez, who is now 29 years old, recently gave birth to Sebastian, her second kid. Despite the fact that Rodriguez’s pregnancy and child were both healthy, her larger-than-average stomach drew comments like “You are gigantic,” “You seem to be expecting twins,” and “Have you looked to see if there’s another kid in there?” Rodriguez’s pregnancy and unborn child were both in good health. She must be really uncomfortable.
A huge bump during pregnancy may be a sign of some health problems, but it can also occasionally be perfectly normal and the consequence of the woman’s body expanding. Rodriguez gave the reassurance that she and her toddler are in excellent health.
“I had large pregnancies; both of my children were born weighing 8.3 pounds. My 3-year-old daughter Sofia was 19.5 inches at birth, while my new boy was 20.5 inches.”
Rodriguez acknowledged that she was aware of the curiosity but that she had never been rude in response. My reply is, “Yes, I am huge and it’s hard.”
Rodriguez, a business entrepreneur in Las Vegas, Nevada, who specializes in health and wellness, stated, “I pondered why my tummy was bigger than other girls. My doctors told me it was typical because I am only 4’11” and have a shorter torso.”
Rodriguez started showing up two months ago.
She continued, “I am an open person so I was so delighted that I wanted to share. We had been trying for a second child and hoped for a boy.”.
During her pregnancy, Rodriguez carried a lot of amniotic fluid, which fills the amniotic sac and shields the fetus while allowing it to move.
The Mayo Clinic describes “polyhydramnios” as an excess that happens in 1% to 2% of pregnancies. The majority of cases are unproblematic, despite the fact that it can result in preterm labor.
Rodriguez said that despite having a lot of amniotic fluid, her physicians had determined that she did not have polyhydramnios.
She said, “They measured the baby’s size and the amount of fluids.”
Other causes of excess fluid, according to Chicago, Illinois-based OBGYN Dr. Kiarra King (who did not treat Rodriguez), include maternal diabetes and fetal structural anomalies.
Additionally, polyhydramnios is not the primary reason for a pregnant woman’s larger belly. Due to fetal macrosomia, maternal obesity, or Diastasis Recti, which happens when the abdominal muscles separate during pregnancy after earlier pregnancies, a patient may seem to be further along in the pregnancy than they actually are.
Thankfully, Rodriguez stayed clear of all of these problems.
While dealing with the intrusive questions, Rodriguez emphasized her desire for people to refrain from making pregnancy- and body-shaming remarks. She asserted that women who are experiencing prenatal or postpartum depression may find themselves “in a terrible place” as a result of body image criticism.
Rodriguez said, “I understand that some individuals have less sympathy for others.” She said, “I am a religious woman and I feel so terrible for people who use cruel words.
My Husband Left Me and Our Baby at the Airport and Took a Solo Vacation, He Deeply Regrets It Now
My husband left me and our baby, Sophia, alone at the airport to go on a vacation by himself. He thought he was going to relax, but his trip quickly turned into a disaster that would make his return home even worse. As I stood at the airport, Sophia cried loudly in my arms. My head throbbed, and I couldn’t help but wonder where Ryan was. I gently rocked her, telling her that Daddy would be back soon, even though I felt increasingly anxious.
Then, my phone pinged with a message from Ryan. He sent a selfie of himself looking happy on the plane, with a caption that said he couldn’t wait and needed this vacation. My heart sank. He had chosen to leave us without a second thought. I couldn’t believe it. Sophia’s cries intensified as if she could sense my frustration. I assured her that we were going home, but I was just as lost as she was.
The cab ride home felt surreal. I kept replaying Ryan’s message in my mind, feeling waves of anger crash over me. Once we were home, I put Sophia down for a nap and grabbed my phone, hesitating before dialing Ryan’s number. I realized I needed a plan first. After pacing the room and letting my ideas flow, I came up with a plan for revenge. I called Ryan’s hotel.
“Hello, Sunset Resort. How may I assist you?” asked a cheerful receptionist. I explained who I was and what had happened. The receptionist listened and eagerly agreed to help with my idea.
I arranged for Ryan to receive wake-up calls at all hours, surprise room service, and every tour possible. I felt a mix of guilt and excitement. Then, I went to our bedroom and packed up Ryan’s favorite things, his gaming console, vinyl records, and designer suits. If he wanted a solo vacation, he could live a solo life.
At the storage facility, I couldn’t help but laugh. Here I was, a new mom, putting my husband’s things in a locker like a jilted teenager. Back home, I called a locksmith for an urgent lock change. While waiting, I checked my phone again. Ryan had sent more pictures of himself enjoying the beach and fancy dinners, but he looked increasingly tired and annoyed.
The locksmith arrived and changed our locks, and I felt a flicker of doubt about my choices. But then I recalled Ryan’s selfish smile in that selfie, and my determination returned. The week passed with me taking care of Sophia while Ryan sent frustrated messages, asking why he was being disturbed at his hotel. I ignored them, letting him stew in his own choices.
Finally, it was time for his return. I picked him up at the airport, where he greeted me sheepishly, saying he missed us. I remained quiet, asking him about his vacation. He sighed, mentioning it was “interesting”. The drive home was tense and silent. As we arrived, he noticed the front door looked different.
He tried his key, but it wouldn’t work. Confusion spread across his face as he turned to me, asking what was happening. I simply said that his key didn’t work anymore because of his decision to leave us. Ryan’s face paled. He tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding and that he didn’t realize how upset I would be. I pointed out that he had left me and our baby at the airport.
He admitted it was selfish and stupid, but wanted to talk inside. I refused, saying his belongings were in storage until he learned to appreciate us. Ryan was desperate and confused, pleading for a chance to talk. I hesitated, feeling torn between my anger and lingering love.
Finally, I agreed to let him talk for five minutes. We sat on the porch steps, with Sophia babbling between us. Ryan took a deep breath and admitted he had messed up. He had panicked because of stress and didn’t know how to face the situation.
As he spoke, my anger began to fade, but I questioned how I could trust him again after what he did. He acknowledged how hurtful his actions were and shared that he missed us every moment. Sophia reached out for Ryan, and I instinctively handed her to him. He held her tightly, expressing his regret. Watching them together, my heart softened.
Ryan promised he would do whatever it took to fix things. I told him it wouldn’t be easy, but he was willing to work on it. I picked Sophia back up and said he could come inside, but he would sleep on the couch, and we’d start couples therapy right away. He looked relieved and promised to make it up to us.
As we walked inside, I reminded him to check his credit card statement since I had ordered those surprise tours. Ryan groaned, but a smile crept onto his face, acknowledging he deserved it.
In the following months, we worked hard in therapy, addressing past issues and slowly rebuilding our trust. One night, while putting Sophia to bed together, Ryan thanked me for giving him another chance. I replied that everyone makes mistakes, and what matters is learning from them.
He hugged me and promised that our next family vacation would be perfect. I suggested we start with a picnic in the park. Standing there, watching our daughter sleep, I realized that even after significant betrayals, strong bonds could form if both people are willing to put in the effort.
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