I have too say that I have always thought that my experience during pregnancy affected my eldest before she was even born ... the day after I found out I was pregnant I learned that my Dad had terminal bowel cancer (not one symptom did he have and by the time they found it, it was too late. I spent the next 8 1/2 months driving from Scotland to Yorkshire every 2 weeks to be with him. I took my Nursing Finals at 5 1/2 months pregnant, and at 7 1/2 months, in the
middle of December he died, but didn't wait for me to get there, which gave me a lot of guilt and anger. I spent Christmas with Mum and went back north after New Year. I never had time to deal with my grief. Then when I arrived home, my doorbell went and it was one of the kids from next door - "Mummy says please could you help as Daddy isn't well". No he wasn't, he had had a massive heart attack. my husband was useless - he was a big man and I needed him on the floor, my husband tried to lift him with me shouting at him to pull his legs so he would slide off the chair. He then proceeded to unbutton his shirt - at which point I took over and ripped it off, thumped him HARD on the chest and I spent 30 mins trying to resuscitate him on my own as the ambulance hadn't appeared! He was my friend and he was 39 years old - more guilt that I couldn't help him and began to doubt my practice too. The Paramedics said they wouldn't have managed to get him back even with a de-fib, but I still felt rather inadequate. The GP that came to certify the death asked me what the bloody hell I had been doing, but as I said I just couldn't leave him without trying ....
The following week funnily enough I could feel my BP had gone up so went to see said GP who said I want you in this afternoon - so in I went. My BP settled so asked to go back home but was told "you'll no be getting oot o here withoot a bairn in your arms, hen"! They gave me an internal to see whether my cervix had softened enough for induction, & I nearly stuck to the ceiling it was so painful! So I queried whether or not I would be able to get the very large 'bump' through there - after travelling in a taxi my nightie to another hospital for 'pelvimetry' it turned out that I wouldn't be able to and a consent form landed on my lap for a Caesarean Section - had that the following day - she cam out screaming and basically hasn't really stopped since .... I am absolutely certain that the stress I had during my pregnancy has had an impact on my daughter 