“You have that baby yet?”
“Wow, are you still pregnant?”
“Haven’t you popped yet?”
The answer is no.
No, I haven’t had him yet.
Yes, I did have an induction date scheduled…which was bumped, then bumped again, and yes…bumped again.
Yes, I’m grumpy, emotional, tired.
Yes, I have tried EVERYTHING to help things go along faster.
Someone on my fanpage complained that I needed to have patience and said that my status updates were “quite annoying now”…so I thought I’d explain.
I have NO issues with the child taking the time to cook as long as he needs to. I was pregnant for 42 weeks with one of my kids. Unless you’ve been pregnant for 42 weeks, you don’t realize how very, very long 2 weeks are. VERY LONG, I tell you.
My issue here is that I am a self-employed home daycare operator. When Adam was born, my mother-in-law (who was also a daycare worker at the time) came in to help me out for a few weeks. She was there, along with all of her qualifications and security checks, to help with the kids should I need to nap, to breastfeed, or just to take a break. Unfortunately, that can’t happen this time around.
I had planned on taking roughly a week off after baby came – considering that my oldest kids would soon be out of school (and big helps when it comes to both babies and the daycare) – they were my backup plan. But when my induction date got closer, and there were no signs of baby deciding to make a bit of an early entrance, I started to worry.
Am I going to have enough time off?
Am I going to have to worry about finances? (being self-employed means no paid maternity leave)
Are my daycare parents going to be too inconvenienced and look for other care?
Those are just a few of the things at the tip of my pessimistic outlook. It’s not something I can control…just the way that I am. (And I have to state for the record, that my daycare families are all wonderful, caring, and understanding people who – though my heart knows won’t be upset about the situation, my head still allows me to worry)
So now – here I am, 3 days beyond what was supposed to be the baby’s birthdate – and still very pregnant…and still very much not showing any signs of having this kid any time soon. And…more emotional than ever.
Seriously guys – I sobbed for almost an hour this morning when the hospital said that they were too full to take inductions (if things start naturally, they’ll make room, but otherwise, it’s a no-go). Not just cried…I sobbed – the kind of crying where you start to lose your breath and just sit there heaving and gasping for air while tears and snot run down your face.
I’m not the type of person who cries over things. I’m typically fairly stoic. But seriously – I cried so long and hard this morning that I was then embarrassed to go out into public in case someone should see my red, puffy eyes.
So…there you have it – the reason behind my stressed, and thus annoying, statuses (which, by the way, you can feel free to ignore, or even unlike the page if they bother you so). I’m off to pick up my kids from school and let them know that once again, their baby brother still hasn’t arrived. Maybe we can all have a little “get out” dance party or something.