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Re: Warning: Novel Ahead
This whole post was just perfect. Most likely one of my favorites I've read on here ever. Thank you for taking the time!
tara3056|1402580277|3691529 said:Hi, ladiesPardon the intrusion: I'm not currently pregnant, but I was just popping into this thread ... to ... I don't know? We have an almost-4-year old boy and a 9 mo old baby girl, and have been having the vasectomy talk lately. I'm sure that a vasectomy is the right decision and I do not want another baby, but a part of me mourns that I'll never get to go through labor again (yeah, even I think it's crazy to want to do it again, esp when mine weren't easy or fun) and I'll never have a scrunched-up newborn again. I'm not particularly fond of newborns (so needy! no smiles or giggle fits or personality!), but at 9 months, my daughter is very mobile and interactive, and when I saw a friend's newborn the other day, part of me was sad that the scrunched-up, sleeps-all-the-time phase is gone for her and I won't be going through it again with another baby. Anyway, I guess I was just browsing the pg threads out of some sense of nostalgia?
Anyhoo, I could have written quite a few of these posts a few years ago. DH and I married very young and waited for 10 years before having kids b/c we didn't want any until then. First it was finishing school for me, then we enjoyed international travel, having tons of free time, and - for me anyway - cooking elaborate / fancy meals (I used to make homemade pasta and French macarons, among many other things that Present Day Me cannot fathom. I made homemade popsicles with 4 ingredients tonight and felt pretty good about myself.) We didn't have a ton of money, but we were comfortable and were able to swing the things that we really wanted and loved. Growing up, I never wanted kids, never played with doll babies, never liked babysitting, etc. When we finally decided to go for it and TTC, obviously our stance on kids had softened and we were excited but terrified! I'd never changed a diaper until I had to do it for my son! When beginning to TTC, I secretly hoped it would take us a while, mainly so I could adjust to the idea and also so I could "feel disappointment" when my period inevitably arrived ... hoping that the disappointment would make me realize how much I really did want to get pg. However, I got pg the very first try. Coincidentally, the same thing happened with my 2nd baby, and I'd also been hoping for a little time to ease into the idea of #2. Don't mistake me, though, I know how very lucky I am to not have had fertility struggles. My Mom tried for years and years before having me, and my brother and SIL have been TTC for almost 2 years without luck; my heart aches for them and I suppose I'd just assumed I'd have issues as well.
Anyway, I stayed excited-and-terrified the whole way through pg #1 and beyond. What SMC said about finding it hard to believe you could love someone you've never met simply b/c you made him/her, I totally get. That was me. And people kept telling me that it would all change the very moment I saw or held my baby for the first time... the proverbial thunderclap. Which only made it worse for me when it didn't. I was still excited and terrified, but felt like a bad mom who'd made a terrible mistake b/c I didn't feel a huge rush of love-beyond-all-love. I really wanted to sleep. Even after we brought him home, I marveled at him and "loved" him and felt protective towards him, but it wasn't the love-of-all-loves feeling I'd been hoping for. Kind of like how some people say "I love him but I'm not IN LOVE with him" regarding romantic relationships. I had to fall IN LOVE with my son over his first weeks, maybe even months. Now, of course, I love him to such a degree that it almost manifests itself physically. I ache with love for him at times. He's a very stubborn and quick-tempered kid at times, and there are very frustrating days, times where I wish I could lock myself in the bathroom with some bubble bath, a good book, and a Xanax, *but* the "highs" are SO high that it's ridiculous how happy I can be. I pinch myself that I "did" this, that I "made" him, that he's mine. For the record, I'm still not crazy about kids in general. Other people's kids, meh. Mine? No words can describe. When my daughter was born, I was so much less neurotic and not terrified at all. I was more relaxed and tried to cherish her when she was a tiny newborn more, not so much because I was "in love" with her then (again, no thunderbolt immediately after her birth), but because I *knew* how much I would come to love her (and, boy, was that right!). I'd give almost anything to have my son back as a newborn for a day, because I love him so much now and that baby that he was would be SO precious to me, knowing what I do now. I've written this novel-length post basically just to tell anyone who feels terrified, that I really think it'll all be okay for you, and you're definitely not alone. And if you don't see the heavens open up and hear the angels sing when they first place this strange, bluish-gray, bloody creature in your arms for the first time, that's okay too.
For the record, the thought of taking a young kid to Disney used to practically give me hives so I LOL'd at that side comment. Spending lots of money to take a whiny, grubby kid to a crowded place where meltdowns will inevitably ensue ... no thank you! DH and I were above that, LOL. Our son went with us to NYC, Paris/Alsace/Normandy, and Buenos Aires, all before his 2nd bday. And you know what? They were great trips! Different from how it would have been before, but still great. BUT we just got back from Disneyland a couple weeks ago, and much to my surprise, it was fantastic! Seeing it through the eyes of my 4 year old, and watching him be SO happy, I can't wait to go again when our daughter is old enough to go too.
If you made it all the way through this crazy post, thanks for reading! I'll probably disappear again since I'm not the "target audience" for this thread, but I wish you all the very best of luck. p.s. For morning sickness - ha, funny term ... more like permanent queasiness for me - my doc approved half of a Unisom (doxylamine) + half of a Vitamin B12 twice a day and it was a godsend. Seemed to have less side effects than Zofran. I'd have liked not to have taken any meds, but I reached a breaking point and was much happier after. I still felt a bit sick / had food aversions / was fatigued all the time, but it made life bearable.
This whole post was just perfect. Most likely one of my favorites I've read on here ever. Thank you for taking the time!