(Head’s up: some of these are a little gross, but the Family page is also the TMI page)
-The fact that Tom and I used to celebrate when we would get Livi to fall asleep before the Jewel lullaby CD was over. (Sometimes we had to play it two or three times before she would wind down and crash out.) I’ll never forget the victory dance Tom was doing in the nursery the first time I put Liv to sleep before song 7. Now, I start the Jewel CD, give her the nighttime bottle, clean her teeth/gums, hug and kiss her goodnight, put her in bed and walk out. So much easier!!
-When there was tinkle on my jeans and it wasn’t Liv’s. She was only a few weeks old and we were driving back from a midwife appointment, and I got out of the car, and um.. yeah. Thank goodness it didn’t happen in the car and I could quickly put my outfit in the washer. The conversation with Tom was a great one- I can’t remember what he said, but he made me laugh and not feel so embarrassed. Now, I can laugh about it (at the time, I was mortified and convinced my bladder was ruined forever).
-When I was in labor, I walked around the hospital with Tom and my doula to move things along. We walked through the lobby, where my entire family was waiting. I was so happy to see them, but then had to get on the floor for an intense contraction. My mom got in nice and close for a picture during the contraction, and when it was over, I told her “if you take another picture I will break your camera.” Animal mode! Hahaha.
-Pumping makes things look a little scary for a while. They go back to normal, I promise.
-Many toys that were originally Liv’s became Bella’s. Like the rattle she stole and has teeth marks all over it.
-My epic delay in buying maternity pants. I just didn’t want to spend money on pants I’d only wear for a few months, but once I finally bit the bullet, I was like, “why didn’t I do this sooner?!” They were like a hug from an angel. If I’m fortunate enough to be pregnant a second time, I’m busting those bad boys out on positive test day.
-Fenugreek. I took soooo many blessed thistle and fenugreek pills for months to promote milk supply. Fenugreek gives you a maple syrup aroma which, in theory, is not a bad thing. Not as fun: the awesome maple syrup-scented night sweats for the first few nights. I don’t think of maple flavoring the same way, and notice that I don’t eat pancakes nearly as much as I used to.
-The fact that I thought my belly wasn’t that big. It was HUGE. Looking back at pictures, I can’t believe the torpedo that I thought was NBD, and now I understand the looks on guests’ faces when I was teaching Zumba.
-So many things that happened, but not exactly specific moments.. more like little periods of time. (Or maybe because a lot of it was a delirious blur?) I think back on certain pieces and feel so nostalgic (and bittersweet because seeing your child grow is sad and thrilling at the same time), and other times, I’ll laugh, or think “thank God that’s over.” My friend Susan is in a play right now and it’s about different types of moms: new moms, older moms, step moms, two gay dads as moms– and while practicing her lines on the elliptical, she said to me, “in the beginning of the play, I’m you about 6 months ago” and goes into her monologue, but I don’t realize she’s acting until about halfway through.
Of course I don’t remember the lines verbatim, but to paraphrase some little snippets that have stuck out in my mind:
“So I’m crawling on the floor in the baby’s nursery, trying to decide if I should just stay here or go back to bed to just come back an hour later.”
“My baby is a sleep terrorist.”
“My husband thinks I’m such a good wife for taking the night shift, but the reality is that he has a cold and I’ll f*king kill him if he gets my baby sick and gets me sick. And then I’m sick taking care of a sick baby.”
“It’s funny because I thought I’d be totally fine with this all-night thing. I love the night. I’d go to dance clubs until 2am and then wander into some diner and get French fries. This is totally different.”
“Wherever I am, from now until forever, I’m tied to my baby. He belongs to me. I’ll always wonder ‘Where is he? Is he ok?’ from now on…”
I can’t wait to see it.
What’s something that happened or bothered you at the time, that you can laugh about now? Any hilarious parenting/preg moments to share?