Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Case in point, my nephew was delivered by C-Section at 12:21 on a Sunday morning. By the time we saw him and got home from the hospital it was 4 a.m. By 8 a.m. I was up and after a few texts with the new dad I was at the hospital by 10ish to help out. On my way home at 3 p.m. I’d already been asked point blank by my mother whether seeing and holding my nephew made me more anxious to have one of my own. I’m pretty sure a few looks from my mother-in-law and other relatives were insinuating the same question, in a nice way of course. In the days since, friends at work, many of whom have little ones of their own, have cast knowing glances in my direction as well.
I must say it has amused me.
To be honest, before my nephew arrived I was a little nervous of how exactly I’d react. I’m experiencing major baby overload with I’d say conservatively more than two dozen people I know having had babies in the past year or pregnant now. Not a week, and really rarely a couple of days, goes by that new baby or pregnancy photos grace my Facebook news feed. I’m just at that age and life stage. Then you add in that I work in a hospital and that my work often involves stories about babies and there are days where I can talk about kids every hour of the day. It seems like EVERYONE else is having babies.
It can be exhausting for someone who is contemplating motherhood. I stressed for hours before his arrival. Would I just be excited? Would I burst into tears wanting one? Would it kick baby fever into overdrive? Turns out the best desires and emotions of all popped out when he entered this world – excitement and an overwhelming desire to cuddle with him.
Guess in the end some things are just meant to be. Just like when we’ll get around to becoming parents ourselves.
Jennifer Erickson is a Sr. Public Relations Specialist for Texas Health Resources and a very proud aunt.