One month ago, I was 40 weeks and two days pregnant. My Type-A personality finds deadlines very important so that I can plan. I am a planner. I plan EVERYTHING. Sometimes driving my family crazy with how much I plan. But hey, if I have a plan, I [sort of] know what’s supposed to happen.
So when my due date came and went, I was on the phone with my doctor asking what the plan was. They scheduled an induction date the day before Thanksgiving. I tried to negotiate with the doctor on that date. I mean spending Thanksgiving in the hospital did not sound like a ton of fun. Plus, I had family flying into town to meet the little guy and he kind of needed to be out of me in order to meet him. Priorities…I know.
My doctor did not budge on the induction date, but at least I could go into the weekend knowing there was an eviction date set for the little guy. So I decided I would try to walk the baby out, if that is really a thing. I clocked more than 16,000 steps that day and NOTHING happened. I was starting to feel like our little boy was going to be more stubborn than me. I mean did he really want to start out our lifelong relationship on the wrong foot by coming super late?
That night we ate takeout form one of our favorite restaurants, topping the night off with a Reece’s cup concrete from Culver’s and binge watching Downton Abbey. The only thing that could have made the night better would have been snuggling the newest addition to our family. He must have sensed that because hours later he decided to make his debut to the world.
Fast forward to today and tomorrow marks our baby’s one month birthday. We are slowly starting to find a groove as a family of four. Except for the lack of sleep, that is not a groove we want to stay in. Today our toddler had his Christmas program at church. We saw Santa at the mall and topped it off with brunch at one of his favorite restaurants. Our newborn slept through the whole day, his typical M.O.
Tonight was also bath night, which is a favorite for our toddler. I figured we might as well end the day on a high note after all of the fun he had had today. He LOVES baths and loves them even more now that he has a brother who bathes in the baby tub next to him.
I have mixed feelings about bath night. Do not get me wrong, I love when my kids are clean and smell of Burt’s Bees. However, it is also an exhausting process and tonight the newborn peed and pooped on me during bath time. Exhaustion point proven?
Everyone is clean, fed and snoozing. My husband and I know we should be sleeping too since the baby will be up throughout the night, but yet we find ourselves binge watching another Netflix show. I really hope the baby figures out his days and nights as a one month birthday present to all of us. I won’t even ask for a Christmas present if I get that gift.