I’ll be honest. I was kind of praying I’d go into labour on my own because everything I’d heard from friends or read on Dr Google (always a bad idea) made me dread having to endure an induction. I tried prenatal massage and acupuncture in the hopes of getting things moving on their own…but who knows if they worked. All I know is in the wee hours of the morning (1:15 am to be precise) on the day of my induction, I was awoken by a very audible “pop” and the feeling of something popping in my tummy.
I’ve never been a small girl. Big boned, squishy, curvy, soft, whatever…I’m not a small girl. I’ve had a tough relationship with my body because, well, you all know exactly what kind of society we live in.
Add to those societal norms the fact that I’m brown, and the cultural expectations (especially from well-meaning brown aunties) amp that stress up to ridiculous levels.
I finally installed the car seat base last weekend into my vehicle. We purchased the Graco Click Connect travel system (which I’ll review a little later…once we’ve actually used it properly) and so far I love it. We’ve pulled out the car seat and the base and it seems like a very easy click-in / click-out system, so I’m stoked seeing as the one I had 9 years ago required me to have a degree in Seatbelt Origami.
So, as of today, I have exactly THREE weeks before I get induced. Three. Weeks. That’s it.
I gotta be honest, I don’t feel ready. Don’t get me wrong…I have all my baby stuff.
Car seat, check.
Blankets, swaddles, soothers, bottles, burp clothes, etc, etc, etc, check!
Imagine having the love and attention of your parents for your entire life, nearly a decade. You’re the centre of their world. The apple of their eye. You’re a total mama’s girl, who has never had to compete for the attention of the grown ups in the room because it’s always been yours.