I wanted to update here for those of you that don't follow me on Instagram. I am 4cm dilated, at home, not in any kind of active labor, still sewing and emailing and shipping daily until I am. Baby boy is officially due on the 21st, and even though my body is apparently getting ready, I feel we'll go past that. I was induced at exactly 40 weeks with Everett because we were so far from our hospital. This time we're three blocks away, so I'm letting newbaby cook for as long as he likes--but that does mean I'm feeling a little like a first-timer again. I love planning and pegging things down, so not knowing When and How gives me a little anxiety.
The good news is, I feel more prepared on needs this time. I washed all of Everett's baby clothes, and brought out his carrier too. I also picked up a more newborn-friendly wrap, because I feel like Everett was resistant to baby wearing after waiting to fit in the carrier. I found a modern, neutral bassinet and glider for our room, since dragging myself to the nursery to nurse in the night was one of the things I liked the least about the newborn phase. And I know everyone goes crazy for the sleek, fancy look of those mamaroo baby rockers, but Everett hated the slow, draggy, mechanical-ness of it, so I ended up just getting a simple swing base that you drop your car seat into. It worked, and that's all I wanted (for the love so much crying). So we did upgrade our newborn car seat this time around, but kept the magic swing base. I know that the odds of having two colicky babies in a row are slim to none, but the time between finding out Everett had it and getting the tools we needed to survive it weighs on my mind a lot, so I got some probiotic drops for newbaby's tummy, just in case.
Then I packed our hospital bag, taking a lot of advice from the comments on an old post I wrote when preparing for Everett. Depends, absorbent ice packs, Dermoplast, Tucks, Miralax. A nursing bra, a nursing tank, lanolin, a new fluffy Boppy (can't believe how deflated the old one is in comparison). Little white onesies, pants, scratch mittens, socks, hats, the sweetest warm shoes, and a warm car seat cover for the ride home.
After lots of debate (mostly with myself, in my own head), we've decided not to tell Everett when I go into labor. He is so used to hopping down the street to have fun and spend the night with his grandparents that we are just going to play it cool and pretend it's one of those usual visits. I remember being really anxious and somewhat traumatized when my mom gave birth to my younger sister, especially when it came time to leave them both at the hospital after our "meet your little sister" visit (aka, they had to drag me out of there crying). So, Everett will meet his little brother at home as soon as we're back, and hopefully he'll feel like he never skipped a beat with us.
What else? We're just excited and thankful, and our hearts are full of the road we traveled to get to this little baby and how much we wanted him, and now it's almost time to meet him. I keep remembering a moment during Everett's labor, just before he was born, when I had to rest my head back on the pillow and weep because I was so overwhelmed by the good of it. The gift of doing this twice is not lost on me.
Also, thank you for all your suggestions for my birth playlist. Here are some favorites I added: