The Waiting Game
FACT: I don’t like not having a plan. It’s probably something my friends and family abhor about me. As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned to (sort of) control my anxiety about not knowing what comes next. But that doesn’t keep me from having multiple calendars (Sitting here at my desk, I count 4. There are at least 3 more in the house that are mine.) nor does it keep me from almost hyperventilating when I know an event is coming but don’t know details.
Case in point: The impending birth of baby #4. I am due on May 4. I type this on April 15. There is still so much time for this baby to arrive. Today, at my doctor’s appointment, Dr. S. asked, “Do you have any questions?” I’d been prepared for over a week for this. “Yes,” I said, “When can we make a plan for having this baby?”
Probably, she hears this daily. She calmly responded with, “Not until 39 weeks. And even then, we don’t really need a plan.”
I knew that’s what she was going to say. I hoped for otherwise. And now, it’s the waiting game.
See, with this baby, there are no “medical reasons” to do anything. Flash had the SUA “problem,” so they were more inclined to help him come along once they knew he was engaged. Since so little is truly known about SUA and what it can mean for each child who has it, they were okay with him coming whenever he was able to come. So, he was 3 days early with some assistance from the doctor.
The Animal? He was 6 days late but came with a teeny bit of help from the doctor. And Miss Sassy Pants – the first – was 4 days late. Came naturally on her own. With a vengeance.
I guess I was spoiled with Flash. They were talking induction and sweeps and C-sections around week 37. We started making plans.
This baby? “We’ll just wait.”
And I know that’s what I need to do. My advice to other expectant moms is always, “Don’t worry. Your baby isn’t going to college in utero.”
It’s hard to know a piece of wisdom in your brain but not be able to listen to it.
So for now, I guess I just need a plan. Here goes:
I plan to work my face off as much as I can in the next few weeks until she arrives. That way, I have less to do when she gets here.
How long did your kids make you wait? Did you have a plan? Or were you able to sit back and relax?health, parenting, pregnancy, waiting