The phone call came at exactly 2:11 today. The nurse went down the list of instructions. No eating for 8 hours, wash with a special soap. She forgot to mention the most important one…don’t freak out!
Tomorrow at 1:00 pm they will wheel me into the operating room and I, with the help of modern western sterile medicine, will have the least natural birth possible. I’m okay with it. I mean I’m petrified down to my very core. But I’m okay with it. Let’s face it, I was never going to give birth in a bathtub to chanting monk music and positive mental images anyway.
Mostly I’m just excited. Tomorrow I get to be a mom again. Tomorrow we become a family of four. Tomorrow life changes drastically once again, and for the better, once again. I know it will be hard and exhausting. I have faint recollections of those early days with Gigi. I also know it will be more challenging this time around, because “sleep when the baby sleeps” might work when you have one kiddo but not when there’s a toddler who will be demanding every inch of your sleep deprived attention.
For today there isn’t much I can do but worry, and wait, and pray that everything goes smoothly.
