Tonawanda News —
A little prince or princess is a charming image to have, even here in the United States. More of that fairy-tale background, I suppose. There are probably thousands of media types gathered outside the hospital where the Duchess of Cambridge is being treated for acute morning sickness, all hoping for the merest scrap of information about the impending royal bundle of joy.
But these are human beings we’re talking about.
Barely newlyweds, young parents-to-be, with all the worries and concerns and doubts any parents-to-be have. I looked at a photograph of William entering the hospital to see his pregnant wife with nary a glance at the gathered hordes. I thought about what it must feel like.
And I remember.
I was no more than a month or so pregnant with my firstborn son (who provided lots and lots of stress later in the pregnancy, but that’s a different story) when I had cause to believe something was wrong. I’ll spare you the gory details, but I called my ob/gyn doctor in tears. All she could do was tell me to take it easy and she’d check me out the next day.
I was allowed to slink out of work and how to our apartment, giving my husband’s friends (over to watch hockey) a false-cheery smile before creeping into the bedroom to huddle and worry silently. Hormones are wild at that point anyway, and I was all over the map. I wanted to weep, I wanted to scream, I wanted to plead.
It might really be the first time I realized just how helpless you can feel when it comes to pregnancy and children. I’d given a brand-new hostage to fortune, a hostage completely dependent on me, and yet there was nothing ... nothing ... I could do to protect it.