T-minus seven days and L feels more pressure and more exhausted by the day. Pregnancy pressure, not pressure to have the baby. We’ve sorted through bin after bin of clothes of 0-6 month and 6-12 […]
T-minus seven days and L feels more pressure and more exhausted by the day. Pregnancy pressure, not pressure to have the baby.
We’ve sorted through bin after bin of clothes of 0-6 month and 6-12 month clothing, most all of which are ready to be worn immediately (both of our other boys were born around the same time of year). L washed everything that baby might wear in the first six months, so that’s checked off the list.
The dresser in the nursery is filled with tiny bodysuits, newborn diapers, wipes, burp cloths, swaddle blankets, outfits that both N and G wore when they were born. We’re ready to roll. The only thing we’re missing is the kid.
We moved G’s clothes from his closet in the nursery-to-be into their room—yes, their—a room that will be shared once we get a couple of bed rails for the bottom bed. N loves his bed on top. (He called dibs on top bunk—after all, he is the oldest and also because G still cannot formulate sentences.)
The car seat is cleaned despite not yet being in the car. I sterilized the bottles, nipples and breast pump parts. We’ve got a few tubs of formula even though L will breastfeed. Her hospital bags are packed and mine has a few T-shirts, a pair of shorts, and pair each of socks and underwear.
We’re hoping the baby holds off until after N’s birthday party. We already cancelled the poor kid’s third birthday because we were moving into our house and waiting for G’s birth, but he’s gonna be 5 and actually knows that kids have parties for their birthdays. We asked him if he minded sharing his birthday with his new brother-to-be, and he said he didn’t—but you know, he’s 5.
L has doctor appointments every Thursday, and two weeks ago she was 2 cm dilated. Basically they told her that if her water breaks, which the doctors had to do in the hospital the previous two times, to get in the car and call them on the way. If she starts having contractions, she’s got a little more time but still … get to the hospital.
The trickiest logistical part is that if I happen to be at work, baking them cupcakes, I’ll have to race over to the hospital and meet her because I won’t have enough time to go home and drive her myself. Wednesday nights I’m off now because I’m coaching N’s tee-ball team, so that’d make it a bit easier. But we’ve got great friends in and around town—OK, three friends—that have volunteered to drive her if I’m at work.
My mother-in-law is also in town from Martha’s Vineyard and staying with us for the week in the event L goes into labor, and my parents will be on-call as well.
All hands on deck. It’s almost go time!