Every morning, before my husband leaves for work, he kisses me goodbye, tells to have a great day, and sometimes reminds me about something going on that day (an appointment, company visiting, an errand he needs to run etc).
Monday morning my husband said his usually ‘goodbye’ but also added, “So what’s the plan today?….Are you driving up, meeting you at the hospital? Am I coming home and picking you up?” In my half awake stupor I had no idea what he was talking about then I realized quickly…10/28….DUE DATE DAY!
And then my 3 week old cried and it was time to start the day with a diaper change, bottle, nap and repeat over and over and over again.
For majority of women, the ‘due date’ is that magical set of numbers calculated by your doctor way back, shortly after those 2 pink lines show up one morning and you realize your life is gong to change. That magic set of numbers for most is a day moms-to-be look forward to, it’s a goal, it’s a date you start scheduling things around. Sometimes it’s a number that goes flying by and you find yourself pacing in your kitchen, drinking spoonfuls of castor oil and bouncing on a yoga ball.
For me, it’s a bizarre day that my doctors predicted as the approximate date I would have a baby. When I actuality, it’s just another day standing in my living room with my 3 week old changing her diapers.
“So…you were expecting me to arrive at the END of October? What? Man, you guys are weird!”
It’s amazing to me how life and the human body, for as much as we study it, put science on it to understand it, there are just things we will never know. My husband was born late, I was born late, majority of 1st time moms go into labor after their due date so we just assumed that we’d be expecting to go to the hospital sometime in November. My husband even bought me a necklace with our daughters birthstone in it (and one with November’s stone…just incase).
But just like all things go in life, we just don’t know.
I’ve actually spent a good chunk of time trying to figure out why she arrived so early. Was it something I did? Too many changes in my diet to stave off high blood pressure and sugar levels? Was is my ‘advanced age'(as they call it)?
We’ll probably never know…and that’s ok! She’s here. She’s happy. She’s heathy. She’s tiny…but she’s great.
I was reading an article earlier today about women who were told they unborn child had a specific disease or defect and when the baby was born…no disease, no defect. Which got me thinking, for as much research as we do and as advanced as technology has gotten, there are just something things that can’t be explained.
What I do know for sure is our lives have certainly changed. Who know we’d be so excited over a poopy diaper after thinking she had a stomachache! Neither of us can get through a Netflix movie without dozing off. And speaking of sleep, I had no idea the human body could adapt and shift to allow someone to be fully functional after a mere few hours of sleep.
We still get 8 hours of sleep…just not right in a row.