It’s the day before Thanksgiving. Initially, my intention was for this to be my last day at work before my maternity leave, however baby’s losing fluid quickly and Doc wants me off my feet. Tick, tock goes the time bomb I feel I’ve become, and boy was that moon beautiful last night! It will be at its peak Thanksgiving Day at 5:44 pm- we’ll see how this goes! He’s not due until the 9th, but he’s safe to come any day now, so let’s get this party started!
I read somewhere that the intention of the last month of pregnancy is actually to get us to look forward to labor- I get it now. Sleeping and eating have become a chore, and the suspense is scary. That final leap into bringing the baby into this world is so different for everyone you talk to! There’s nothing cut and dry, no protocol, no definitive answers- and still lots of risks ahead. No wonder this cold sore exploded from my lip yesterday!
So that’s where I’m at- I truly appreciate the birth stories of those who’ve shared with me. The experience of bringing a life into this world not only affects Mom and baby, but the whole family. The whole package- from how we’re treated by the doctors and nurses, to the support (or lack of) our birthing choices, as well as after birth. Lactation nurses? Ladies either love them or they hate them- I haven’t found a middle ground in those I’ve polled. But what’s interesting to me is the willingness of women to share their stories- and the sense of healing that comes with that sharing. So please, as I sit here and wait for something to happen, share with me your stories- and strengthen the bonds we share as Mamas.
Happy Holidays! xo