It's no secret that some women have issues with clothing choices. I certainly have lamented over what to wear, pouted when nothing looked right, and in each pregnancy refused to go to church after being completely dressed because of the clothing I had to wear. But did you know these passionate, panicky feelings begin at two years old?
Ned is getting Avery dressed every morning. My input is only needed on the weekend, because during the week, the choices are our basic, sturdy, Jen-Jen clothes. Usually our biggest clothing issue comes on the weekend when Avery wants to wear jeans. Jeans have POCKETS, and pockets have changed our world. Jeans don't get worn to Jennifer's, so she doesn't even ask. As you can imagine, the few pairs of "Jen-Jen" pants that do have pockets are favorites. Yesterday, Ned learned that even at 2, women expect you to read their mind, especially when pockets are involved.
I heard the tears start before Ned even made it to the dresser. The tears only escalated when Ned pulled out the first outfit. It was clearly unacceptable, and Daddy was supposed to know that without Avery using any real words. I'm trying to do lots of choices, so I yelled for Ned to show her another outfit so that she could choose. Oh heavens...the noise that followed. Ned came in the room with a "She's stomping and she's naked" and I just had to laugh. Had I been the one struggling to get her out of the house, it wouldn't have been funny. Avery usually arrives in my bed for a morning visit completely clothed, but yesterday she showed up in just her underwear, still crying. I quickly got out of her that her little heart needed pockets, but to not undermine Daddy, we decided to save the pocket pants for today when it wasn't raining. Crisis averted, and she was ready to tell Sam good morning and listen for the birds singing. And what a happy girl this morning when she pranced in sporting her pockets.
Avery wasn't the only one in crisis yesterday as I eagerly awaited the call from my doctor telling me it was baby time this weekend. When I went for my appointment Tuesday, everything still looked good, but she seemed to be ready to deliver since I had hit 37 weeks. No need to push our luck, and I agreed. She did recommend delivering in Norfolk in case he needed extra assistance, and said she would call my doctor there and call me back Wednesday. I was not excited about the whole Norfolk part, because that makes it harder on everyone, especially my parents who would have much more to do with Avery. But, I know I'm having a "lazy little white boy" whose lungs may not be mature, and if he was born here, he could have to be transferred before I was released. The doctor called right at 10 a.m. with the good news that my blood work was fine. However, she seemed to forget it was time to have the baby. So I reminded her nicely, and without screaming "The plan, the plan! We're supposed to make a plan!"
Plans change, and by yesterday she was under the impression that I would be fine to wait until my appointment next Tuesday. She would call my other doctor but doubted they would want me to come in. I should have been thankful, because really I did want to wait until 38 weeks. I should have been thankful that another week could allow me to deliver here. I was thankful for that and so much more. But, I still cried. As much as I am thankful, I am so ready to have this weight of worry off my shoulders. I am tired of monitoring and waiting and seeing {fully admitting I bring a ton of this on myself}. I even think that if she would have set a firm date for next week I would have been fine. With a child at home, a lot more planning has to go in this, and I need to plan. I got myself together, then Rachael Ray gave a couple a Sandals wedding and honeymoon, and the tears started again. I wasn't a bit happy for the couple, I just immediately mourned our honeymoon. Not even going to try to explain that one.
Today is a new day, Avery is wearing pockets, and I'm feeling fine. As long as we have no surprises, we've picked up an extra weekend to get ready, an extra weekend with just Avery, time for Sam to grow, and time for me to see what happened at the house this week. We're all feeling better, but the lesson from yesterday was certainly don't change the plans a woman has in her mind.
Park City Utah
4 years ago
4 comments:
Ughh, I hate it when doctors tell you something and then change their minds the next time you talk to them. That's why I'm not even making any decisions about having the baby next Friday until my appointment on Wednesday. I know just as soon as I decide to go for the induction and set my mind on that, she'll say something different when I'm there. I know another week feels like an eternity to me, and I'm sure you feel the same way. We're almost done, though!
you're so close! i hate when that happens, though. it's like the bible verse that says, "hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life" when those doctors get our hopes up and then shoot em down, it's enough to make you sick! hang in there!!
and we just had a VERY similar episode with libbi. poor jeffrey sometimes he can't win for trying. libbi gets so used to the way i do things (not that my way is better than his, but just more of our "routine") that when he changes things up (unintentionally) she has a major meltdown b/c that's just not how it's done. last night he was doing baths and bless his heart, he didn't know that we had NEW tinkerbell jammies that were in the dryer waiting to be washed. she flipped out b/c he chose different pj's for her. she's screaming she needs to wear tinkerbell and he rushes to find what he THINKS is tinkerbell, but it's just "Belle" and by this point she's completely lost it. it's funny, but it's not - ha! :)
and one last thing, since this is a marathon comment anyway... i saw your comment on the blog, but it's not showing up so i can reply. weird. blogger is strange sometimes. BUT, libbi starts out with her blankets and lovey's in her bed. the rest she just stretches and reaches for. we've tried to move most things out of arms length, but she somehow finds a way. glad to know avery is still in a crib. libbi will be indefinitely! :)
Poor Avery! And poor Ned too! I can't believe you're so close! Try not to worry too much, God will take care of everything, I know the worry and the unknown is so scary though! I had Gracie early due to pre-e and they gave me two sterroid shots for her lungs, have they given you anything like that? They were worried about her lungs, but everything ended up fine, she didn't get to go to the NICU or anything. Praying the same for you!
You are so close! I wanted a plan too and think it's important when you have another child to worry about especially a young child. We have clothing issues at our house too!
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