Nesting

Preparing for a home birth is a unique experience. I reveled in it last time and it’s just as fresh, fun, semi-stressful, and enjoyable this time around. It reminds me of when I eagerly prepped for my first year away at college; shopping for just the right things to decorate just the right space (on Ma and Pa’s dime, of course). From the towels, to the lamps, to the push pins for the bulletin board, everything had to be perfect and considered carefully in order to set the ambiance I envisioned in my mind. Somehow, it all mattered and even the act of organizing it all and boxing it up was immensely pleasurable.

I can still recall sitting on the freshly made bunk bed in my dorm room, proudly scanning the snippet of college life I’d created, taking it all in. Even the smell lingers in my memory (which at least wasn’t the smell of dirty laundry and Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine at that particular time). Setting the stage, preparing the nest, blessing the space. Whatever you call it, it’s a part of life’s transition that I’ve always been drawn into.

This weekend, I finally completed it all. All the important phone numbers, and list of quick foods I enjoy (for during and after birth), are posted prominently on my fridge. I have the towels and baby clothes washed and sealed in paper bags. In a canvas tote, I’ve placed the older sheets I won’t mind ruining if I birth on (darker colors in case of blood and goop!), and then the luxurious sheet set that will be lovingly placed on our bed for our new little family to relax on after birth. Which reminds me that someday I’ll have to elaborate on my serious obsession with sheets…I have all the birth supplies – gloves, herbs, olive oil, hand mirror, sitz bath, lube, bendy straws, Emergen-C, chux pads, Ziploc bags, every size of maxi pad you can imagine, and more – boxed and organized. I’ve even stashed special comfort items like a rice sock, mints, lip balm, oils, and copies of the CD’s I want played. And to top it off, I’ve printed off a list of things to do once I go into labor…ya know, like charge the camera batteries, boil some eggs (quick protein), and clean the toilets (I’m obsessive about this during birth, cuz ya can really spend a heckuva lotta time in there and you really want to know it’s sanitary).

And everything is maniacally labeled. And in one big linen closet. The nesting has officially commenced! Now, it’s just time to get the birth tub in just the right location and fill that puppy up so I can float, watch movies, and eat popcorn until the big day arrives.

The birth support team has been assembled, baby sitting arranged for Kaia, and the fridge stocked with yummy, healthy items. I even went through Kaia’s clothes and stored those that she’s grown out of or that are out of season. I cleaned out 4 drawers for the new baby, who only has about 5 onesies to his/her name (I’ve lent out an entire huge storage tub of Kaia’s newborn clothes and I haven’t had time to get them back). We made a special trip to Babies R’Us to purchase a car seat (we had borrowed last time) and a box of diapers. Even though I desperately want to try cloth diapers this go around, I’m also trying to be honest about my combination of procrastination and laziness.

I laughed when I noticed how first time parents stood out from others at the store: they were the ones holding those “guns”, registering for all their baby items, beaming from ear to ear and methodically discussing every item. I remember being them. But now, on the other side of parenthood, we are the ones looking haggard and tired, pushing around a cart with items we had purchased ourselves, items we know for sure we really need. We were the ones with the messy, chatty, barefoot toddler in the cart, subduing her with berries and crackers. Subsequent babies just don’t get the same attention and spoiling as first time babies! And really, it’s all okay…you learn just how little you really need for newborns.

Of course, I got a bit of a nervous twinge when I was done with all of this, thinking “Oh geez, I hope baby doesn’t think this is permission for it to come yet!” I still need some more time; time to enjoy Kaia, time to rest, time to finish the last little bit of chores around the house. Time to get caught up on my damn laundry, for crying out loud! Because really, I won’t be doing that for, uhhhh, weeks after baby arrives. Last time…yeah, I was spoiled. Rotten. My Mom was here a week before I birthed and thus my floors were freshly mopped every day, patio swept each morning, homemade food in the fridge, kitchen and bathrooms scrubbed and sparkling, and laundry sorted, folded, and hung. I think the clothes were even – gasp – ironed!

Back to my reality for baby #2: In the middle of all this, I think I broke my freakin’ little toe. It hurt like hell as I bashed it into the corner of our wooden bed frame two days ago. I fell to the carpet pathetically, dramatically writhing in pain as I called out to Jason to please come finish whatever task I was trying to accomplish (one track mind indeed). It is swollen and barely bruised, but it is still throbbing with every step. I wobble and hobble when I attempt to walk, pausing every few minutes to rest. Even the heaviness of our comforter has me cringing at night. More than the pain, I’m embarrassed to say that this little injury has done more damage in the area of dampening my spirit.

All I could think of as I lay on the carpet post-incident was “I do not need this right now, not when my nesting instinct is in full gear; not when I’m due to birth at any time and really need to ability to move and walk without discomfort, not when I desperately need to be strong.” I’ve been soaking it in a warm, Epsom salt bath in hopes of reducing some of the swelling.

Lemme tell ya, I never knew how critical that chubby, ugly, odd-looking little toe was. My balance is totally out of whack now, as if heaving around a sinking beach ball of a belly didn’t already have me off kilter. Instead of a cute little waddling duck, I now resemble and old, crotchety, beer-bellied man. With boobs.

—-> So, to liven up the mood here, have a listen to this light-hearted (but packed with honesty) song about birth called The OB Song. Lyrics can be found here, although I noticed a few of the lines were inadvertently left out. Then share it with all you know (for more info, here’s the dude’s website).

“…To birth our babes non-violently is a must for humankind”

 

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7 thoughts on “Nesting

  1. CHARGE THE CAMERA BATTERIES AHEAD OF TIME!!! or have a back-up plan. I had so many things I planned to do once I was in labor, and there simply was not time. If I’d waited until then to charge batteries, we’d have had no pictures ; )

    You make me wish I’d taken pics of my supplies. I was prepared way ahead of time. But it didn’t even occur to me to have a list of foods I liked on the fridge. What a great idea.

    I am so sending happy birthing vibes your way sister! I’m so excited for you. Keep us all posted. When you don’t post for a few days I get all antsy, lol.

    If you need any gender neutral 0-3 stuff, I have way too much. And the boy is wearing 9 MONTH stuff now. He’s not even 4 months old. Hammy little dude.

  2. Heather, LOL indeed about getting antsy when I don’t post. You should have seen how crazy I was when YOU didn’t post. I checked a couple of times a day! 🙂 I had to get some of the scoop direct from the source. 😉
    Yes, you are right about charging the batteries ahead of time. They currently are, but I wanted that on the list as a reminder just in case…
    I love your little Hammy dude.

  3. You are SO ready! I got tired reading about all you’ve done, and I’m not even pregnant. Your poor little toe, though! I am sending healing vibes your way, along with head-down and easy birthing vibes ;). Much love …

  4. I am so excited for you!! Reading your post reminded me of when I was doing the same thing. Such a magickal time. Even though he came 3 /12 weeks early I was still ready…except for the cameras!! I loved that you took pictures of the linen closet. You will love looking back on them someday. Have a beautiful powerful, magickal birth, just like you know you will! I will be thinking of you!
    Love,
    Kim

  5. i can’t believe how amazingly organized you are! that’s awesome. i hadn’t even opened my box of birth supplies (that i ordered) so my midwife was scrambling to get the damn box open before julian came out! i’m sure your midwife will be happy to see how well arranged you have everything. 🙂

    i’m so sorry about your toe. 😦 that just stinks. try to take it easy as much as you can.

    thinking of you and sending hugs your way.

  6. I love reading about your preparations! Happy birthin’ vibes, my friend!

    (Sorry to hear about the toe… you might want to try icing it too, that might also help reduce the swelling. I hope it is better soon!)

  7. Well, you are certainly inspiring me to get off my ass and get organized! I made a few lists yesterday and they are depressingly long at this point.

    I can’t believe how close you are, and how prepared you are in every way. I can only hope….

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