Friday, January 8, 2010

A thoughtful entry about thoughts I'm thinking

For weeks now I’ve been trying to organize how I’m feeling about so many things—new job, new town, new baby… not to mention the holidays, my no-longer-new baby who is now more of a toddler with jet-packs, and everything else going on in our lives these days. Maybe one of these days I’ll get stranded alone with my laptop and have the opportunity to get it all down in one place. In the meantime, I’ll try to focus my attention on one area—the forthcoming baby.


Here’s a summary of what I’ve been thinking in regards to New Baby: HOLY CRAP, I’M HAVING ANOTHER BABY SOON!!!


It’s funny how this pregnancy is different for me. First and foremost, I’m healthy. No nasty costochondritis to deal with (so far… knock on wood). No pre-term labor scares (again, with the wood and the knocking). The worst of my ailments at this point (28.5 weeks along) is the persistent heartburn. But I can handle that. I did have a run-in with one of my morning sickness meds early on that was pretty scary (tardive dyskinesia from the reglan.) I’m feeling big and cumbersome and easily fatigued—but overall pretty okay. The major difference this time around is my mental state. I am calm! I am not afraid that something catastrophic is going to happen every time I cough or hiccup or feel a funny little twinge about the midsection. It’s great! My main worry about the pregnancy these days is that I’m not worried enough.


The pregnancy is one thing. Actually having a second baby is entirely different altogether. I’ve got plenty of worry about that! Up until about Christmas, the pregnancy and new baby were more of an abstract idea—something to talk about, mull over, and plan for… but not really “real”. The hecticness of the holidays and the constant “Next year at this time I’ll be doing this with 2” thoughts took their toll. In less than 3 months, we’re going to have an even more active, more mobile, more expressive toddler with jet-packs AND we’re going to have a tiny, tiny baby who has needs and funny schedules and itty-bitty clothes to wash.


For example, the reality of what my post-maternity leave after-work routine will be is harrowing. Right now, I get off work between 5 and 5:40, rush to daycare to pick up Emma and drive for 25 minutes back to the house. She usually screams 75% of the way home. I get home, corral her in the living room and take the dogs out before I start making dinner for the two of us. I try to have dinner on the table by 6:30—7:00 at the latest. Hurry through dinner and hopefully JMT comes home before we head her up to bath time and bed. I try to have her to bed by 7:30—8:00 at the latest. This rush gives me no time for any superfluous tasks. The time after 8, when I’m exhausted from a day that started at 5:30 am, is when dishes, laundry, showers and hair drying get done. Not to mention trying to have adult conversation with JMT. Where is a baby going to fit in there? Where does the nursing and the changing and the rocking go? I won’t go into the morning routine, but it’s basically this one in reverse starting well before the sun rises and culminating with me being at my desk at 8 am. There’s no room in the morning for me to have a second cup of coffee. How am I going to fit in this baby? Obviously the division of labor in the house is going to have to change. I think I’m going to appoint Rance in charge of laundry and floor mopping.


So those are the kinds of thoughts I’ve been thinking these days. A savvy commenter would note that the solution would be for me not to work, or to work less. I was lucky in Colorado to be able to work ¾ time, and I bet that a set-up like that would help a lot. Unfortunately, since we still own our Colorado house (and receive much less in rent for it than what we pay on the mortgage each month), the finances dictate that I work full-time. And it’s not that I’m looking for answers right now. I just thought I’d share what’s swirling around in my head right now.


But lest I make everything out to be negative and unpleasant, here’s an example of a ray of sunshine that keeps my life bright:

5 comments:

Michelle said...

You will be just fine, I promise. Whether floors get mopped, whether dinner is cold cereal, etc. Your heart expands to love this new little one, and somehow time expands as well. And there will be plenty of time for all those extra things quickly enough...like when your youngest suddenly turns 4 and you wonder how on earth he got to be 4 when your back was turned...
Michelle

Susie said...

I'm sure Rance would be happy to help out! If she had thumbs.

Rachel said...

Hey girl! I know it seems overwhelming at times. Baby steps -- literally! You can do it! (Adorable picture of Emma!)

Unknown said...

Emma is just so gorgeous!

I worried about how stuff would fit in too before I had Ryan. Especially having a whirlwind of a first child as you fear the same! It has its moments but mostly works, and he was/is such a chilled out little thing that in the early days he spent lots of time watching big sister while I did what needed to be done.
I think it's more scary before they're born as you don't know what they'll be like, when he's here it'll just slide into place, and you'll be able to think about the logistics of it all with him in mind, not just the idea of "baby" if that makes sense?
When I was working I survived with throwing things in the crockpot in the morning so it was ready when I got home. Or batch cooking at the weekend and just defrosting while I was at work and reheating when I got home. :)
Am so excited for you, it's so fun having two close together!!!

Rachel said...

Hey lady! I left a little present for you over at my site. I'm sending you virtual hugs!