As the time for or baby to be born draws closer I’m realizing some of the little differences that come with having your baby at home.
Tonight, I was thinking about washing my hair again just in case. I hate going into the hospital without freshly cleaned hair because you just never know when they’re going to let you get in the shower.
It dawned on me then that I’ll be at home and can get in the shower and wash my hair anytime I want. Even while I’m in labor.
And then there is the bag to pack for the hospital. And the things I want to take but can’t pack them because I’m still using them. And once I’m at the hospital, the phone calls to Ryan, who has run home to pick something up for me but I forgot to mention other things. And the inevitable way I manage to remember those other things I forgot to pack just as he’s pulling back into the parking lot.
There is no bag to pack.
And those stupid little cups of apple juice that serve no purpose but to make me more thirsty. Who are they trying to kid with that stuff, anyway?
Ryan bought me a gallon of apple juice. I crave apple juice like mad right after I have a baby. It’s weird.
And waiting for my
yummy hospital food as I lay there famished from just giving birth. Dying of hunger.
Being lonely at the hospital because the nurses woke me up yet again because, Yes, please, I’d love to have my blood pressure and temperature taken at 3am. Thanks for waking me up for that..
And now I can’t sleep, but it’s in the middle of the night. Ryan is at home sleeping.
And I have to remember to write down the feeding and poop schedule of the little one or deputy-dog nurse is gonna be really irritated.
My own bed.
My own pillows.
My own shower.
My own kitchen.
Nurse? We were supposed to be discharged hours ago. Can you tell me when the doctor will be here to release us?
Oh, your doctor is not coming in today. Let me make a phone call to see if we can still let you go.
Yeah, there will be none of that nonsense.
All these little things that had not even occured to me until now.
It’s going to be a very different experience, I think.
Now if I could just go into labor…