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The Waiting Game

We are here now.

Inside the “GO ZONE” as I like to call it.

Past the 37 week mark and waiting, waiting, waiting for labor to start.

My due date is March 20th, but since our precious boy Ezra made his arrive a few days early, we are on pins and needles anticipating the arrival of our sweet girl. My body is preparing. Each day I feel the anticipating in my muscles and bones. My energy is sloping off with the added weight. And my mind has been swirling for the last week.

Are we ready for this? 

I can’t believe we are about to have another baby.

I wonder when it’s going to happen. 

Michael and I were talking about it last night. It feels like getting to do this newborn stage over again is like getting to go back to high school. We know what’s important this time. We know how to enjoy it this time. As always in life, perspective provides the exact clarity necessary. I will be much more intentional this time about not stressing the small stuff. I won’t try to jump into a brand new routine the day after arriving home from the hospital. I won’t try to force her onto a rigid schedule. I won’t fret when she cat naps and cluster feeds. Things will be “wait-and-see” for a while and I’m okay with that now.

I know how difficult recovery can be. I know how the first two weeks are really the best because sleep deprivation hasn’t had a chance to settle in. I know how amazing that first smile is at 6 weeks. I know how draining breastfeeding is and what a pain it is to pump.

I also know where to turn for help when I need it. I’ve learned that my limits are way higher and wider than I originally thought.

I know very little about parenting and motherhood, but I know some things. And I’ve decided I’m not going to be fearful about the things I don’t know.

I’m going to try keep the blog updated as we move through these next couple of weeks. I think this is the most exciting time in a couple’s life–awaiting the miracle that is about to happen. I’ve written it and said it before, but that moment of birth is a peeling back of the layer that separates the natural and the supernatural. It’s a lifting of the veil. And I’m just so ready to witness it again.

The next few days will comprise the story I tell over and over again. The one I relive as an old woman and I’m reminiscing about the good old days. I’ll tell my daughter’s daughter as she waits the arrival of her own baby–about the events leading up to her mother’s birth. I’ll tell her what we ate for dinner and when the contractions first started and what the doctor said the moment she was born. I’ll tell her how we cried and what happened when her brother held her for the first time.

I’m living the story today and soaking up every moment. 

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2 Comments

  • Reply Kay Hartshorn

    Oh, so ready to see you, daughter, with your daughter. Love you!

    March 7, 2016 at 8:02 pm
  • Reply Lisa Riels

    Precious thoughts -congrats and enjoy that sweet baby girl

    March 7, 2016 at 8:11 pm
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