Today I had my pre-birth conference at the hospital. The nurse asked me a bajillion questions about every random thing like do I want a spiritual nurse to visit, did I get a flu shot, what's the highest degree of education my husband has, etc. etc. I filled out a bunch of forms that said I was consenting to services and to having my insurance billed and I'd had all my patient rights. I filled out the parent information on the birth certificate application. I got a tour of the Birth Center (and got to see a tiny baby snuggling out by the nurses).
I was in and out in about 25 minutes.
On the drive back to work it just became REAL. In a good way. There were so many times over the last 2.5 years that I really didn't think I would ever get to this point again. A surprise pregnancy, a devastating miscarriage, trying again and getting pregnant again right away only to miscarry again. And then trying again and watching the months tick away. I'd set the timeline that if I wasn't pregnant by fall I would be selling the baby stuff, taking down the nursery, moving on per se. And then July of 2011 rolled around and some how the planets all aligned to bring us our Forrest. And now here we are 8 months later just waiting to meet him and hold him and finish our family.
It's finally real. And we're really really lucky.
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