Having a third baby is very different from the first two. I am so! busy! I want to slow down and rest but it is just not happening.
Today marks our entrance into the "big sticker week". I had the kids put stickers on the calendar to mark the upcoming events. Small Sun was asking every day if it was his birthday, or if the baby was being born that day, so a visual on the calendar and ticking off the days helped him understand better.
Today my father-in-law and sister-in-law arrive from Holland. They will be such a help with the big kids when I'm in the hospital! So they come tonight. Tomorrow we will celebrate Small Sun's 4th birthday with a big party at a play center where they coordinate all the birthday prep for you: cake, gift bags, games, food for adults, the whole deal. All we do is show up and host our guests! Small Sun is really excited!
Tuesday is Small Sun's actual birthday. We'll keep that low key with a few presents and a special birthday dinner. Then, on Thursday I go in at 5:30 a.m. for a c-section scheduled for 7 a.m. The big kids should be able to come visit their new brother by 9 or 10 that morning!
Needless to day, life has been very busy. I took 50 donuts to Small Sun's preschool class yesterday for his birthday. I've been helping a friend with moving. Cleaning house, cooking, laundry...getting ready for company.
In the meantime I've had steady contractions and was nearly certain on two occasions that I was going into full labor. We've set the c-section date at 39 weeks and some odd days, so it is entirely possible that baby could come early. At my last check up the OB said "this baby is ready, he's getting big, it's time to be born!" I am still active and have decent energy (thank God for iron pills, they are changing my life! I wonder how long I've been exhausted due to low iron?) and am sleeping well at night. But I am big and increasingly awkward and uncomfortable. When the baby presses his legs out and his head down, I feel like he's going to explode out of me like a rocket!
The Captain went to St. Mary's Cathedral this week and prayed for our new son. God spoke some specific stuff to him about this baby, as He has about each of our children. At this point I'm just hugging my belly every day and waiting, excited, to be able to kiss this little person! That said, I have a very small window of time to wash the floors while The Captain has the kids with him at the grocery store. Off I go!
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