Well, I’ve been contracting for about 30-something hours now, pretty regular, but not real strong. I have a stubborn cervix that doesn’t change easily, so I’m just waiting for this to change enough to justify calling the midwife. I have an appointment tomorrow, so at least then I can see what’s going on, if anything has changed, and see if she will help me along (which she has already said she would do). In the meantime, I thought I’d post about what it is like to do this for the seventh time.
- I still consult my “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” book, usually towards the end, but sometimes even in the beginning.
- I still get nervous.
- I still pray for water breaking so I will have a more certain “It’s time, honey” moment!
- I still miss my kids when I am in the hospital, and I have a feeling I’ll feel that way even more this time since the flu epidemics are keeping hospitals from allowing kids to visit.
- I wish I could have Superman with me the entire time I am in the hospital, but I want my other babies to have as normal a transition possible, so he always gets sent home to be with them.
- I am sometimes sad that people don’t celebrate number 7 with the same excitement as 1 or 2, but I kind of enjoy the quiet, uninterrupted rest time with my new one by my side.
- I don’t like to send the baby to the nursery, and I only do so when I have to for baths, stats, or circumcisions.
- I’m never ready at home with all the baby stuff. I try to prepare, but it never really happens.
- Fortunately, in regards to the previous statement, the baby doesn’t really NEED all that stuff! 🙂
- I wish Superman had some sick/personal days left this year so he could stay home with us, like he has with all the others. The move ate up his days this year.
- I prefer delivering in the spring.
- This is the first time we haven’t made sibling shirts. Maybe after we get home…
- This is the first time I haven’t taken my zoloft during the pregnancy (it made me very nauseous), and it’s been HARD!!!
- I want my kids to be together during the time I am gone. I don’t want them to be split up while I’m in the hospital.
- What is it about me delivering the week of our children’s musicals? This is the third or fourth time that’s happened!
That certainly isn’t an all-inclusive list of thoughts on my mind as I sit and wait for my body to be a little more aggressive. I just thought it would be nice to let others know (that is, if anyone actually reads my blog) that it isn’t like riding a bike. Every birth, just like every child, is unique and different. Maybe I’ll have some fun with this idea and publish a What to Expect book for one of these larger numbers and make fun of us crazy people having more than two babies. Yes, that’s right, you three kid mommies aren’t normal anymore, either. Read the articles. They think you are weird, too! 🙂