It doesn’t matter whether it’s your first or sixth baby, the last days of waiting for a baby to come can be hard. The clock ticks by ever so slowly. Every night you go to bed thinking “this might be the night!” only to wake up and realize you have a new day to conquer again.
Since this is a pregnancy that was sustained through lots of prayer and progesterone I realize now I sort of expected the baby to come early. I should know by now never to have expectations when it comes to a baby making it’s arrival!
We wait. And we watch. I stop and try to feel the baby kick, but the kicks slow down at the end of pregnancy. Right when I might get worried, the baby gets hiccups (this baby has lots of those!) and I rejoice in the movement. I feel baby squirming, moving it’s head down low like it wants to come out.
I’ve felt that for weeks now though.
Last night we had a family movie night in our bedroom. All of us piled in our small room and watched an old classic movie together. One more evening down. One more memory made of waiting on baby as a family. The children frequently ask if the baby will come, as they feel the day is never going to come.
My boys want the baby to come so they can have a spring break from school. I just laugh and say that’s the last reason I want the baby to come!
I have special pile of books set aside from the library for my boys to read…after the baby comes. They look longingly at the pile, and I realize the due date to return those books is approaching. Oops.
So we wait together and try to keep life going, though it has slowed down.
I take a lot of naps these days.
By 11 AM I am worn out and can’t stay awake as I don’t sleep well (I’m writing this post at 4 AM!). I have learned the best way to get a nap in during this time of day is to make sure my older boys have schoolwork they can do on their own and sleep in the living room. If I go to my bed, chaos seems to erupt.
The children play lots of legos. We spread a queen size sheet on the living room floor and they can build for hours.
We spent an afternoon listening to this brand new G.A.Henty story together, while the legos were being built and I sat on the couch working on school. If you need a new family audio story, this is an excellent one!
I’m tearing apart the new reading cards needed for Book 2 of All About Reading while we listen to the story. My contacts don’t always get in these days, and my hair and makeup barely happens. Somehow my husband still tells me I look beautiful, and I just laugh and say thank you. I have a pretty special husband.
I homeschool the little girls from the couch, and try to stay on top of business work with my laptop.
The dishes get piled up. With a small kitchen it’s impossible to not have happen (that is literally about all the counter space I have). Our oldest does a great job of doing dishes, but somehow the dirty dishes always seem to win over the clean ones.
Through it all, we look forward to one thing. A new life coming. It makes all the messes and fatigue and loss of sleep worth it. This special time only comes once or twice for some families, and I am well aware that for some families it never arrives and their heart aches. I realize that I don’t know the future and this could be our last time, as I don’t know the plans God has for us.
My husband was telling me yesterday that I must have learned a lot of patience through this pregnancy. I told him that instead of patience, I feel like I’ve had to grow in faith and relying on the Lord. I can only do so much to sustain this pregnancy, and ultimately I have to have faith in Him to help this baby grow, and to help me through labor.
I’m hoping baby snuggles happen soon, but until then…
We wait. And hope. And trust in God that He has the perfect birth day picked out!