The Waiting Game

Preparing the Nursery

Preparing the Nursery

We’re in “waiting mode” over here at the Purling Pundit’s Pad.  Our eldest child (and only daughter) is due to have her baby soon.  She just found out that she’ll have to have a C-section and it’s scheduled for early in November but I am wondering if she’ll even make it to that date.  Little PeaPod seems pretty big to me and she’s been having a lot of Braxton-Hicks contractions lately.  So, we wait.

In the meantime, they’ve been finishing up the nursery.  Our poor son-in-law had to lie down for a snooze after moving some things into the nursery and assembling items recently.  I laughed when I saw this picture because I had to think that this won’t be the last time he falls asleep on the floor next to the crib.

Toto is ready

Toto is ready

I’ve been doing what I can here to be prepared.  Toto got her Fall “do” so that she’d be all sweet-smelling when it is time to head on down to play with  her cousins.  You see, we’ll be going down to dog-sit when our daughter heads to the hospital.  They anticipate that she will be in the hospital for 4 days.  With us at the house, we can bring them things that they might need and we can also take care of the dogs so that this will be one less thing for them to worry about.

I have to admit that I was surprised when Laura told us that her Jason would be taking leave to be in the hospital with her that whole time.  “Why?” I asked.  I was quickly set straight that she expected him there to do all sorts of things to assist her.  Wow!  Things have sure changed since I gave birth to my children.  Back then, your husband was there for the labor and delivery, if you were lucky and then you were whisked to your room.  The nurses were the ones who helped bring you the baby and assisted you with whatever you might need and your husband showed up during visitation hours.  The rest of time, my husband went off to work.  Now there are whole suites where the new little family stays and bonds.  Who knew?

Decorating Time

Decorating Time

While I wait, I’ve been having fun decorating the extra onesies that we had leftover from our daughter’s baby shower.  It’s been fun surfing the Web and finding little sayings to draw on the garments.

Onesie Drying

Onesie Drying

I hope little PeaPod likes this one.  Since his daddy is such a hunter, I think it will be right up his alley.  I left the cardboard insert inside it so the fabric paint could dry.

I also packed my little weekender suitcase and have my makeup case sort of packed and ready to go.  I want to be able to just grab them and be ready to load up the car if the call comes sooner than the scheduled C-section date.

I was telling all this to my podiatrist yesterday and he told me about the birth of his first child.  What a great story.  He had been doing a residency down South while his pregnant wife was up North.  One day his sister called to say, “Your wife is bleeding.  I’m taking her to the hospital.”  She hung up.  No mention of what hospital or any other details.  The story went on with a mad dash to the Atlanta airport, a trip back up East, a frantic dash to a taxi only to be hauled back out by his shirt collar.  He turned to discover his neighbor there who was waiting to rush him to the hospital.  As he arrived, his wife was being wheeled into surgery for a C-section.  He was frantically trying to scrub up but they wouldn’t let him go in.  He was getting more and more frantic and upset when suddenly they came out and handed him his daughter and told him to sit down.  With moist eyes, he looked at me and said, “At that moment, holding my daughter in my arms, it dawned on me that life just didn’t revolve around me.  I’ve never forgotten that feeling or that moment.”

Isn’t that true for all of us who have given birth or been present at the birth of a child?  I’ll never forget the feelings when my children were put in my arms.  The moments leading up to it, feelings, and sensations are just as clear to me today as they were thirty+ years ago.   I can hardly wait for my daughter to experience that joy.

 

 

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