Having Kids When You Have a Vomit Phobia
To be honest, I’ve never overly wanted a baby. I’ve never been one of these super broody women, desperate for babies. I never even “liked” kids if I am really honest. They are germy, they get sick, they are messy, they stick god knows what in their mouths and they lick their hands and fingers ALLLLL the time.They just didn’t fit with “me” – me and emetophobia. Not sure what that is, take a read here to get started – what is emetophobia.
Why on earth would I put myself through it – nine months of pregnancy, the risk of being sick (morning sickness) and then a child. A child who WOULD be sick. A baby who WOULD be sick.
Kids and a Vomit Phobia. Why would I do that?
Well the answer being that I guess my real want for a little bubba outweighed my decision to let emetophobia dictate my life. And I kind of feel all along that I’ve pushed myself away from wanting to like kids because I thought it would be easier than admiting that I actually wanted them.
I refuse, and I mean I absolutely REFUSE, to let this awful phobia dictate life. It does, most of the time! But motherhood, it wasn’t stealing that from me. I knew it would be hard but for me, it was completely nonnegotiable. If I let myself succumb to anxiety and emet, then no, having a baby would not be a good idea. But the rational part of my brain kicked in and told me that yes, I could and WOULD get through it and that it WOULD be worth it. It has by the way! And here he is to prove it! We are five years in and I love him to bits, bugs, germs and vomit incidents too!
It Helps that the Hubby is Amaze!
It also helped that I have an amazing husband who has supported every minute of the pregnancy, birth and bringing up of our fantastic little man. I’ll write soon on how he copes with it all and the impact it has in his life. Because it does.
Dealing with the Inevitable
We are five years in, and yep, we’ve had a few vomit episodes. It wasn’t easy. We had a bug over the summer hols and it completely knocked me off course.
But we’ve gotten through it. I keep trying to tell myself that. And actually having him has given me a reason to carry on “getting through it”. When I vomited in 2015, it was seeing b the next day that made me realise what a “non” event vomiting should be. Here was my little dude, smiling, cuddling and needing me. He didn’t care that I’d been sick. It wasn’t a big deal to him. And it didn’t have to be a big deal to me. In reality, it is a big deal still and it still bothers me but I have him in my life and he helps me through it…without even realising.