One more week and my baby girl will be due to be born.
I have done everything that I can do to prepare for her birth. I have organized, gathered and cleaned. I have everything that I might need, thanks to friends, family and my own resourcefulness.
I’ve talked to my son, my professors, my ex-husband, my friends and family about it, and my son is excited about being a big brother. My ex-husband is supportive. My friends and family are excited to meet little Madeleine. My professors are helpful, working with me so that I can continue my schooling, and continue to do well in my courses. I want to know what her temperament will be and when she will be born. I will be bringing her to lectures with me two days a week. I am in two other courses, but I am doing these online.
I’ve read many books to prepare myself for as many possibilities as I can think of. I have an idea of what I want to do to teach her how to form healthy sleep habits. I didn’t even think about this when I had my first child. There was so much that I didn’t know then. There is still a lot that I have to learn.
My son is with a better daycare provider now and he’s happier. His last teacher was burned out, and wasn’t doing a good job with him anymore. His new teacher likes him, enjoys his company and provides him with the exercise and attention that he needs. He will be home with me more as well, as he is going from full time to part time daycare.
A lot is changing. Life is changing again.
“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.” Anais Nin
If this is true then I am very much alive.