Our son is due to arrive this week, and we are quite excited about it. While his sister arrived a week early, it appears this one will not be following suit. This is perfectly okay with us, as we are about as unprepared to bring our newborn home as we could possibly be! Okay, it's not really that bad, but it could definitely be a whole lot better. We have bought diapers, but I am putting off packing a "to-go" bag. His room is set up, but he won't be sleeping in it for at least a month... meanwhile, the bed-side sleeper I bought STILL has not arrived (despite its anticipated arrival date of 21-25 January).
The second child is definitely a different expectation from the first. While I was just beside myself and eager to meet our firstborn, I am silently willing this boy to stay put at least for another day. My mother arrives tomorrow night to help with toddler care and new baby care and exhausted parent care. Considering our current living circumstances (far away from nearly everyone we care about), it is reasonable to see why I would want him to wait. We are still, of course, excited to meet him. My husband, actually, is more excited this time because he is no longer afraid of fatherhood. He is the one who keeps telling me to go pack my bag.
Guess I should get on that.
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