Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts

Monday, April 20, 2015

Don't.

Are you my doctor? No?

Then don't tell me what I should or shouldn't eat.

Don't tell me that I shouldn't sit where I want to sit.

Don't tell me that I should prioritize a healthy pregnancy over activity x.

Don't tell me to avoid air travel.

Don't tell me how I should train my dog.

Don't tell me that I shouldn't lift that.

Don't tell me what I will or won't be able to handle after the delivery.

Just don't.

When I lost Mila, I wasn't skiing or lifting heavy objects or eating cold cuts or flying on a plane. I was sitting quietly on the couch in my own home watching TV. I followed all the rules. None of those things would have changed the outcome of my pregnancy with Mila. Don't put the onus of that on me.