We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
Late last week I marched
into our Human Resources Manager’s office and let her know I’d need to get
BabySank on my dental plan at some point in the next couple months. Her pretty
face didn’t show much expression. After a few seconds of hesitation, she responded with a gentle smile and her head cocked to one side:
“You know they come out
without teeth, right?”
It was my first and last
attempt at being International Champion Mom of the World.
I put up a short, but
noble, fight.
Since making the
expectation of BabySank JBO (Jean’s Boots Official), we have ordered a crib –
who knew readers were so worried about where a baby would sleep? Ya’ll are on
top of it. Now, who wants to come finish our Amazon registry?
Isn’t it cozy?
Really
pulls the room together.
Monday night we wrapped
up our course of childbirth classes. We didn’t get a diploma but we did get the fear put into us and that in itself was probably worth the cost of the free class.
There were 40 people in
our class: 20 couples or mothers-to-be and their support person, whether that
be the father, grandma, grandpa, aunt, etc. The gals were anywhere from 28 to
38 weeks pregnant; it was a packed house. One week we discussed encouraging
words spouses can say while coaching the mother-to-be during labor:
You’re doing a great job!
You’re going to be a
great mom!
This is almost over!
Stick with it!
Cody’s contribution to
the conversation: “GRIP IT AND RIP IT!”
He did not write this
down in the workbook as instructed. He spoke these words aloud in his born-without-a-whisper-option voice.
I reminded him we were
talking child birth, not focusing on passing a row of cars in a short window to
do so.
Grip and Rip: Two words black listed in the maternity ward and my husband somehow found a creative way to use both in one encouraging sentence.
They also gave us nice little diagrams and ways to ease labor pains at home. I let Cody know he has yet use a rolling pin at our house up until this point, there is no way in heck he needs to get his hands on one now. I've since hidden all rolling pins, just in case.
The next week we were
introduced to exercise balls and the excitement continued. For those inquiring
minds, exercise balls are available in a lot of hospitals these days as a
relaxation technique for the mother-to-be. Personally, bouncing on top of a large rubber bouncy
ball is probably the last place you’re going to find me when this deal goes
down. Anyway, I was there to learn.
And Cody was apparently
there for another reason.
Out of guilt, he did share his smoothie upon his return to class.
I talked to someone over
the weekend who listens to classical music regularly now that their baby is
able to hear outside sounds. They want her to appreciate Mozart, Beethoven and
Bach. I figure BabySank will very likely to come out singing Mama Tried and Are The Good Times
Really Over since I’ve had straight Haggard on repeat for two weeks. At
least they’ll be able to appreciate lyrics that tell a story, a fiddle and a steel
guitar.
Another week down, another to-do checked off the list and the 4th of July is creeping closer and closer. I reminded CS last week about one big thing (by no means bigger than the crib...) that I had put in his court: selecting a baby monitor. I sold the task to him like he got to pick out a new set of barn cameras, except these would be in the house. I told him to get whatever he thought was best, and I wouldn't ask any questions (It's all about marketing.) I just wanted this little project done.
I came back from a late lunch one day to read this:
Ah, Life with Cody Sankey is fun.
We really do have a long way to go
and a short time to get there.
