Waiting is the Hardest Part
Monday, March 21st, 2011From Monday Mom – Neetika:
I am full-term in my pregnancy. I am not quite at my due date yet. A few months ago, I fully prepared myself for being “over” due, as many first time moms are. Now that I’m here, some medical indications imply that I may go early. The baby is getting big. And my mom went very early both times she was pregnant. So I can’t help but think, “okay, let’s get this show on the road”.
At least that’s what I think sometimes. Other times I’m oddly comforted by the fact that Baby is not here yet, and I likely have a few more days, at least. I have heard from experienced moms that I should appreciate the time that the baby is still in my belly and sleep while I can. (As if sleep is something you can store? I have never understood that advice!)
It’s not that I’m nervous about all the hard work and sleeplessness it will take to care for the newborn, though I’m sure it’s no joke. It has more to do with the fact that everything is changing, and I wonder if I’m prepared. I am battling with several uncertainties. Not technically being a mother yet has not stopped me from experiencing mom guilt.
At the moment, our dog, Saint, is our only baby. Soon he won’t be. I worry all the time about how that will go. Will Baby be safe? Will Saint feel ignored? Sometimes I put those baby shows on the television so he can hear a baby cry: he kind of looks up, startled for a moment, annoyed, and goes right back to sleep. This should be interesting.
I also think a lot about the care I have provided my baby with during pregnancy. Wasn’t I supposed to play classical music every night? What about that blanket I meant to knit? What happened to the exercise regimen I was so devoted to six months ago? And I still haven’t finished reading Breastfeeding Made Simple! (How did any mother in the world manage to accomplish breastfeeding before the publication of that book? I just don’t know!) Have I already screwed this up?
Hopefully soon I will be re-reading this post and laughing at my pre-delivery worries. And maybe one day, my first-born will read this and laugh at all of the silly things that were going through mom’s head. By then, he or she will likely know how crazy I am, and know that it is all out of love.