I really don’t hate babies or successful pregnancies!
Someone I know had a baby last week. I had heard she was past her due date as of the 4th of July. I know that that can be normal, but anything risky with pregnancy freaks me out. Other people laugh about babies coming late, and feel bad for the pregnant woman’s prolonged suffering. Of course I didn’t come close to being overdue (and wouldn’t it be a great irony if I have to be induced this time?) but now I’m more familiar with risks of all kinds. So, more than lamenting the extra days of aching back, indigestion, and being horribly hot, I was holding my breath and trying to banish thoughts of meconium and dysmaturity.
The baby arrived after more than a day-long labor and eventual c-section. There were some complications for mom and baby afterwards, but now they’re both okay and at home now. I am so freaking relieved to hear that I can hardly keep the tears from running down my cheeks.
And more than anything, I want to meet and hold the baby and just be grateful that he’s here.
Oiy why can’t the stork just bring babies?