I notice this has been bumped up again.
Well now that I am actually pg and actually having a boy I've had to re-examine my feelings again. Those of you who know a little of my history will know that this pg is the result of an IVF cycle after several years of infertility and that I am 37 and have no other children.
For some reason, I had always imagined I would have a daughter. When I saw myself with a baby it was with a girl, definitely not a boy. I have four nephews (only one niece) so it isn't a matter of not liking boys. There is no way I would not love my nephews or this baby because they are boys.
Right from the start of this pg, I have maintained that the baby would be a boy. I think it was partly to ready myself for that possibility because I knew there was a high likelihood that it would be a male and I didn't want to have any kind of reaction in front of the ultrasound technician. I'd also had a feeling from the earlier scans that it was a boy because it so closely resembled my husband, it was hard to imagine that this baby was a girl.
For various reasons (probably mainly to do with infertility) I had not bonded with the baby up until this most recent ultrasound. I decided I needed to know the sex to give the baby an identity and start referring to it by name. I had viewed the previous scans with much interest but complete emotional detachment. I was keen to feel SOMETHING because this not feeling anything was strange and unexpected to me. I thought because I had waited so long that I would be rapturously in love with the baby long before it was born so to not feel that was disquieting.
We saw the spine, the brain, the heart working as it should ... then we saw his face and the lips were making sucking movements. I thought "Oh, that's kind of sweet" and at that point I turned the corner. When the technician showed us the rather obvious male features of the baby, I didn't feel the let down that I thought. Instead there was just a feeling of acceptance and peace about it which was a relief.
I know once I see him for real that I will love him and of course there is nothing I wouldn't do for him even now but still in the back of my mind is the hope that one of the nine embryos we have on ice will give me a daughter. Of course there is no guarantee and I can't select the sex as it isn't allowed in Victoria so in the end, what will be will be.
I have been reading Steve Biddulph's "Raising Boys" and it has helped me to think about and deal with the fears that I had prior to this. I now believe it is possible to raise a son to be strong and capable without "toughening him up" and that boys don't have to have learning and social problems. I hope I will be able to parent him well.
Sorry for the long post ... I think I've taken up too much space


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