I have a confession. I was not the perfect pregnant woman. Every few weeks I had a glass of wine. I snuck some raw cookie dough and licked the cake batter bowl. I ate too much sugar and not enough vegetables. Many of my babyloss counterparts say “I did everything right” and I often have chimed in, though I know I did a few things that others might have looked down on me for. But none of these things killed my baby. A faulty chromosome was really her downfall- something that is usually quite livable, but in her case leading to a cascading effect of fatal birth defects.
So when I hear people doing some counter culture things in pregnancy (crossfit? An occasional glass of wine? Medication with potential effects on the baby?), I have always been rather understanding, even now in my grief. But I draw the line.
Arguing with me about how marijuana should be allowable for pregnant women doesn’t change the fact that it’s still illegal here. My job requires that I protect your health and your baby’s health. If you are unhappy with the law, take it up with your state legislature, not with me.
I could go on about how people who smoke marijuana often use other drugs, about how unregulated marijuana could be laced with other harmful substances, how people who make poor decisions regarding drugs are more likely to participate in other risky behaviors.
I am not the bad guy.
Being pregnant is a privilege and an opportunity to better oneself. I was told my baby was likely going to die and I still recognized that. I asked advice of my providers and listened. I wish others would do the same.
Do you have any confessions? What do you get mad at seeing other pregnant woman doing?