Our time in the hospital was a little longer than expected because while in labor I developed pre-eclamsia and my blood pressure was misbehaving to put it gently. I am skipping my labor experience on here because it was bad lol we shall leave it at that.
Right after our baby shower ( a month and ten days before Carter arrived) I couldn’t wait to put away his stuff! Nesting? NOPE. He just received so many gifts that it was hard to move in our apartment, I couldn’t stand the sight of all the cute clutter. I put everything away a little at a time so that it would at least be organized and organized in a way that I would have no trouble at all finding anything. Yeah, I was already rocking the mom thing.
FALSE.
The night we brought Carter home he needed a diaper change. BLAH! I HAD NOTHING OPEN. So I have a screaming new born and I am wrestling with the stupid wrapper on the wipes and once I finally managed to get through the Fort Knox of plastic I realized I needed diapers that fit a new born and I couldn’t remember if I had any.. Thank God the hospital sent us home with some. After the traumatic diaper change I had to find something “safe” for my little guy to sleep in. It went something like “ uhhhhhhhh...........” It worked out. He slept and survived so I guess what ever he slept in that night worked. Next time ( if there is a next time) I will learn that stupid swaddle so that all I will need is a onesie and a blanket!
I wanted so badly to be a mother and convinced my husband that we were ready to start our family, he had just a semester of grad school left and would have his masters by the time a baby would arrive. We tried for awhile and nothing happen, we were even told we may not be able to have children due to my weight. With that we took a break from trying and sure enough we got pregnant. I couldn’t wait, I wanted the “glow”. I couldn’t wait to feel our baby move and to find out if it was a boy or girl.
Shortly into my pregnancy I realized I was not going to get “the glow” and that I was not one of those women who got gushy at every flutter they felt. Instead I felt squished and feeling movement kind of grossed me out. ( Just so I don’t sound completely awful I would freak out a little if I thought it had been too long between movements).
I was happy and excited to know that we were having a boy. Everyone was so excited for us and well we were too but just in a different way, and I think all the frills and glitter a little girl would call for would have just overwhelmed me. With that said parenthood held some hidden things too and those are what I would love to share..
These are my thoughts..
