At least someone is enjoying the hot and steamy start to September. Not me, of course. My feet are swelling up like sausages every night if I don't park it on the couch and put my feet up, thanks to the return of heat and humidity here at the end. Not that I mind 'parking it,' but I've already gone through the reading material I bought to take to the hospital. Yes, I know that having a baby is just like a vacation, lounging and flipping through magazines!
Actually, being at the hospital when your husband has to go care for the other kids and all your family is hours away...it can be a little lonely. I was in the hospital once on Christmas day, and the folks in the next room had the entire family come over after dinner. I could hear all the joyous family interactions...I was watching E.T. alone with the baby. When I had my fourth, I had the hardest time even getting a hold of a nurse...I guess once you've had a couple kids, they figure you've got it under control!
I will cherish the time I'll have just with the babe, but the hospital is a double edged sword...nurses to help and none of the home distractions of food prep or laundry, but there is only so much I can do to relax and enjoy it. I always say that I will, and then I always just want to go home. Maybe this time will be different...but to be honest, if it goes as it has before, I will feel so grateful. So many things can go wrong, and I have been lucky to have had the experiences I've had--and this time I know I will have so many little helpers. It just makes my heart swell. Like my feet. ;)