We’ve been trying to get you to take a bottle. Sadly, I don’t qualify for Employment Insurance so since stopping work, my income has dropped to zero, which is putting a lot of strain on our family. So I need to work (note I did not say I want to work).
We had two. One, a Moses Basket, the first thing we bought for you together, your Papa and I. It was second hand, but in near perfect condition. Organic sheets, a small quilt (which I knew we wouldn’t use but it was lovely and I loved it). Soft green, soft blue, cream and some yellow. Just ‘boy’ enough.
We set the alarm for 6 am. At 7, we were to call the hospital to find out what time we were to drive in for our induction. I barely slept – such a confusing set of emotions that night. I was excited, I was terrified, I was sad, I was elated. And I was exhausted. I ignore the alarm and let hubby get up and make the phone call.
In my experience, no matter how much a baby is wanted and planned for, no matter how young and fit and energetic a mama is, pregnancy is miserable for almost everyone. In fact I secretly believe that it’s miserable for everyone and those who claim it isn’t are lying – but I digress. This pregnancy was miserable for me.