Tomorrow we celebrate one blessed year with our spunky little girl. This is a letter to the 9 month pregnant, soon-to-be mama who thought that little girl was NEVER going to come out. This is a reminder to her, and to all expectant mamas that tomorrow will come with all of its blessings, but try to recognize and soak in the fleeting blessings of life before baby.
Hey Mama,
Nine months ago, you crawled into bed at 4:30 in the morning and told your husband he was going to be a daddy. Filled with wonder and excitement, you laid there together dreaming the secret dreams that only expectant parents know. Since that day, you have marveled as your body stretches, and sustains this tiny life. But lately the only thing that seems scarier than bringing this blessed child earth side is the idea of being pregnant for one more day. There have been moments lately – when you couldn’t fit your swollen feet into your shoes or had 3 doctors appointments scheduled within 8 days of each other – that you thought that your due date would never arrive. And yet it did. And as it came and passed, you found yourself stuck in this weird waiting space, unsure of what to do next, afraid to make any sudden moves or make any plans more than 6 hours in advance. Those last few days of pregnancy feel like an alternative universe. It feels like you could go into labor at any minute, and yet there’s a part of you that feels like maybe you’re one of those women who just won’t go into labor…..and all your plans and dreams for a quiet labor at home will be replaced with things like a balloon catheter or a cervix softener – all of which sound about as much fun as a root canal.
Don’t be afraid.
Tomorrow, you’re going to wake up around 1:30 a.m. to a tightening feeling in your belly. When your husband’s alarm goes off at 6 for work, you’ll tell him the same thing you told him 9 months and 3 days ago. You’re going to be a daddy. Labor is nothing like what you think it’s going to be. You’re going to feel empowered in a way that you’ve never imagined. You’ll marvel at what your body is capable of withstanding and how strong you really are. Tomorrow, you’ll finally hold your baby in your arms. Just like that, all you’ve hoped and prayed for will be sleeping against your chest. It’s all going to be okay.
So, let today be today. Enjoy the quiet. Go see a movie with your husband {you won’t see another one in a theater for more than a year}. Eat the whole bucket of popcorn and then get a refill. Resist the urge to get out of bed before 9 a.m. Go have a cup of coffee with a friend. Let the chores and the laundry wait. Snuggle the pups and let them know you love them. Blast the music in the car. Take a bath. Stay in until the skin on your fingers wrinkles and revel the fact that no one interrupted you. Read a book on the porch. Set it down and take a little snooze. I know it’s hard to let the anxiety go, but enjoy today. You’ll be thankful that you did.
Tomorrow, life is going to change in the most incredible way. And I know you can’t wait. But slow down just for a second and enjoy the last day of this important season in your life. Tomorrow will be here before you know it.
Love,
Me