Back in the day: 2-week-old Lena. *cue heart melting*
Well, based on some excitement this morning, we thought today might be the day that our little boy would be born!
But it wasn't. I'm still pregnant.
It all started last night when I yanked off my slippers and told Elliott, "My feet are so itchy. Why is that? So weird." That night the itching continued and even got worse. The soles of my feet and my hands both itched, at times so much that I couldn't sleep.
When we Googled these symptoms in the morning, we learned that they are related to cholestasis of pregnancy, a condition in which bile flow from the liver slows or stops. "Cholestasis of pregnancy," says the Mayo Clinic, "poses no long-term risk to the mother. Cholestasis of pregnancy can be dangerous for a developing baby, however. Early delivery is usually recommended."
And when I called my OB, she thought so too. We spent the morning at the hospital for a non-stress test, amniocentesis fluid level test, and several labs. The results of all of those so far show a happy, healthy, kickin' away baby who has plenty of resources in there to keep hanging out for awhile and no apparent distress. They sent us home, all smiles, and told us to come back if the itching got much worse.
So no baby today. And thank the Lord, frankly! When I got off the phone this morning and we knew we had to go in to the hospital (and might come back with a baby), I looked around the house and felt bubbling concern. I'm not ready to have a baby! There is still so much to do! I have to organize his clothes in his room, I have to put our files in order, I have to clean the kitchen. I still haven't packed my hospital bag or frozen a single meal!
"And," I said to Elliott. "It's January 17th! I don't want to have a baby on January 17th!"
"Why not?" Elliott said, unperturbed by the possible new birthdate of our baby. "Let's see, one-seventeen-thirteen... that adds up to 31. 31 flavors of ice cream. It would be a good birthday."
Thank you, honey.
So not today. A little more time to prepare. A little more time to look at the mess in my house instead of look down at a little bundle in my arms. A little more time to plug through a to-do list (which will be just as long when the baby comes anyway). A little more time to realize I am worrying about the wrong things and to thank God that this--the timing, our health, our baby boy's birthday--is all in His hands.
Did you feel ready when your baby arrived? Or were you overdue and more than ready?