It’s early on Sunday morning and Greg and Vera are still sleeping. I’m clearly not in labor, nor do we have a new baby. Rather, today is Veronica’s 3rd birthday and things are proceeding as planned with her little party this afternoon at the park. I’m excited for her to wake up, and thankful that I’m here to celebrate her birthday with, rather than trying to do so from the hospital.
Three days ago I was sure that the new addition would have arrived by today. On Thursday morning I began showing signs of approaching labor (that I’ll spare you the gross details of) and in our excitement we immediately battened down the hatches. Greg and I cleared our work schedules and his parents hopped on a flight two days earlier than planned, arriving Friday afternoon.
I guess I should have known better. So far, throughout this pregnancy, my body has done everything just as it did last time around. I was nauseous and tired for the same first eleven weeks. I’ve gained the exact same amount of weight. Some lovely stretch marks on my belly appeared right at 38 weeks both times around. And last time I had those same approaching labor signs, labor didn’t actually begin for another 4-5 days. It’s just that this time I’ve been listening to everyone tell me that this labor and delivery will be twice as fast and intense and to get ready for it to just come on and to go with it.
So I’ve been ready!
But I suppose my body, and this baby, are just doing their thing.
It blows my mind that three years ago today Greg and I were waking up in our Chicago apartment, just the two of us. I’d had serious contractions all night, to the point that we called our doula over at three in the morning. But by 4am they’d subsided and everyone had gone back to bed. We woke up late on June 10th and it was cold and dreary outside. I remember feeling as though the baby was never going to come, that I would just be pregnant forever. But later that afternoon the contractions kicked back in again and by 11:30 that night we had finally met our daughter.
And now she is this beautiful, glowing creature that has taken over our lives and taught me more about love than I imagined possible. Happy birthday to my sweet girl.