Post by Contributing Writer, Lydia.
It’s not surprising that, during these long days of homeschooling and homemaking and knitting and blogging and making lists that will never be completed, I can sometimes forget.
Sometimes it takes a glance in the bathroom mirror I am wiping down to jolt me back to reality, or those soft tap, tap, taps in the still of the evening after everyone else has fallen asleep to remind: I’m pregnant.
With my first baby, every day I would log online and read (often ahead) about my baby’s development, what to expect at my next doctor’s appointment, how my body would grow and change. Even with my second baby, I’d read everything I could get my hands on regarding birth choices and newborn procedures.
But this, this is baby number five. I know what diapers I’ll be using, and roughly how large the baby is at this gestational age. I know what baby carrier I will carry him/her in, and I know how my body births babies.
This time around I am more consumed with adding a new set of bunkbeds to our collection, the need for more storage, and how can we possibly add another person to our already stuffed little house?
All of those things, however, don’t really matter. None of it really does. The truth is, all you really need for a baby is this: You.
Somehow all the rest will work out. Babies come whether or not there is a dresser for their clothes, or a car seat waiting ready in the car.
What a baby really needs is a Mama who is relaxed, ready, unharried, peaceful. Why is it that, sometimes, those are the hardest things of all? Letting go and accepting that even if that fresh coat of paint in the bedroom doesn’t happen, everything will be just fine. As long as you are there, you can push those expectations aside and just let yourself fall in love.
This pregnancy, I’ve been striving towards a more mindful place – a place of being fully here, absorbing every beautiful moment of this very special time in my life. Who would want to miss those little flutters each evening, little hands on my belly, whispers to baby within?
In all the hustle and bustle and even stress of bringing a new member into a family, these moments can be lost – rushed by. If I have learned one thing from raising the four I have is that this moment is a vapor – already gone even as you try and hold onto it.
So here I am, hoping to still and savor this miracle.
This post is part of Finer Things Friday at Amy’s Finer Things.
Lydia is Mama to 4 (soon to be 5!) little ones, wife to a wonderful husband, knitter, writer, grace-seeker and beauty chaser. You can catch up with Lydia daily at Small Town Simplicity.