I try to channel it sometimes. My baby is getting bigger and I want to get physically strong like i couldn’t in the pregnancy cycle of things, i want my house organized, i want a professional trajectory, and i want in real life friends, and i wish it was done yesterday and it all seems impossible and frustrating.
But I know that we miss the incremental slow lasting changes that mean the most.
Did you ever have a kid stop a habit that you thought was going to ruin their life?
I just don’t notice. The problem keeps me up at night, but when it goes away, it doesn’t register.
G-d runs the world, not me. Things will get where they need to, more by my letting go than holding tight.
Honestly my babies came so fast I never had time for an epidural, calm or quiet. With my first baby I was 7 centimeters in 45 minutes once i went into active labor, and had him a few hours later, then for my 2nd by the time I got to the hospital about 60 minutes after going into active labor that baby was born. Honestly, I am still waiting for the calm and it is has been over 3 decades. 😉
I hear that! Calm is something hard to find. Certainly little boys and calm are two things you don’t hear in the same sentence. That’s why this moment stands out.
Because as soon as I open my mouth, someone tells me that that happened to them, also. I have given birth a lot more times than anyone I know very well, yet every experience I have had, they have miraculously also had. I stopped telling birth stories completely when the baby in this story was born. I actually forgot the details because I told the story exactly once. It was wild. But too physical a story to tell over in this context. But I believe that i told it once. To one person. Besides my husband, who was there and probably perceived what happened more clearly than I did.
So that’s why I don’t tell birth stories. I assume that it’s a middle child thing.
I guess this was me indulging in a bit of self-pity, in retrospect.
I am on some sort of journey here. Planning to post some sort of birth story of our first child tomorrow. The one who passed away. She was born just this time of year, 25 years ago.
Beautiful. Wish I could snatch that feeling, but I guess it just has to come down by itself.
I try to channel it sometimes. My baby is getting bigger and I want to get physically strong like i couldn’t in the pregnancy cycle of things, i want my house organized, i want a professional trajectory, and i want in real life friends, and i wish it was done yesterday and it all seems impossible and frustrating.
But I know that we miss the incremental slow lasting changes that mean the most.
Did you ever have a kid stop a habit that you thought was going to ruin their life?
I just don’t notice. The problem keeps me up at night, but when it goes away, it doesn’t register.
G-d runs the world, not me. Things will get where they need to, more by my letting go than holding tight.
It was a rare moment in time.
Why I tried to write it up.
Honestly my babies came so fast I never had time for an epidural, calm or quiet. With my first baby I was 7 centimeters in 45 minutes once i went into active labor, and had him a few hours later, then for my 2nd by the time I got to the hospital about 60 minutes after going into active labor that baby was born. Honestly, I am still waiting for the calm and it is has been over 3 decades. 😉
I hear that! Calm is something hard to find. Certainly little boys and calm are two things you don’t hear in the same sentence. That’s why this moment stands out.
Why don't middle children tell birth stories?
Because as soon as I open my mouth, someone tells me that that happened to them, also. I have given birth a lot more times than anyone I know very well, yet every experience I have had, they have miraculously also had. I stopped telling birth stories completely when the baby in this story was born. I actually forgot the details because I told the story exactly once. It was wild. But too physical a story to tell over in this context. But I believe that i told it once. To one person. Besides my husband, who was there and probably perceived what happened more clearly than I did.
So that’s why I don’t tell birth stories. I assume that it’s a middle child thing.
I guess this was me indulging in a bit of self-pity, in retrospect.
I am on some sort of journey here. Planning to post some sort of birth story of our first child tomorrow. The one who passed away. She was born just this time of year, 25 years ago.