It's another week on the countdown to Christmas. Isn't that great? I just remember last year celebration and it was not so long ago. I also remember discovering that I was pregnant. All the magical and fabulous sensation of the excitement of the baby to be.
We wanted this baby for so long and finally we were able to have him. This was my 3rd pregnancy - I have 2 girls, and I thought that I knew the 9 month drill.
How wrong I was...
No one told me that baby boys and baby girls pregnancies are WAY too different. No one told me that the morning sickness can start whenever the baby boy feels like to, even if is at the second trimester when you suppose to be feeling all fine and dandy. No one told me that
when the doctor said "Not Hanky-Panky with Daddy" until further notice because you need to
bed rest, is when you want to "Hanky-Panky" with
Daddy. No one told me that bed rest is a pain in the butt, and watching TV all day can make you feel cranky.
No one told me that I'll start swelling for not apparent reason and look like Big Hero 6.
No one told me that I'll be extra emotional and the thought of having to leave my girl for few days due to the baby's arrival make me crack into tears of desperation - without warning. No one told me that even looking at my girl's face will brought the thought of having to leave her for few days due to the baby's arrival and make me crack into tears of desperation - without warning ALL OVER AGAIN.
And the Oh-so-expected-day arrives and when you thought that the emotional roll-coaster was over... It start again with a different and strong twist. No one told me that all the pain will disappear as soon as I locked eyes into my Tiny Human.
No one told me that the sound of his cry is the most magical thing in the world. No one told me nor warned me of the overwhelming feeling that consumed me the first time that my girl holded her new Tiny Brother in her arms.
No one told me that I'll fall in love all over again with my family. No one told me that a proud and protective Big Sister is the most beautiful thing.
No one told me that I will be able to love her more - if that was even possible. No one told me that from being a Project Manager and a Mama of 1, I will became a comfy bed...
No one told me that I will develop a "fetish" for Tiny Human's feet.
No one told me that such a Tiny thing could be so darn funny.
No one told me that when he sleeps, I want to silence the world outside.
No one told me that when he cries I feel like dying inside and will do anything to stop his discomfort.
No one told me that those eyes will melt all my insides.
No one told me that his personality will be so much like mine.
No one told me that with only one hour of sleep I will survive the day. No one told me that all my years of experience as a Project Manager will be used to manage my Tiny Human. No one told me that an elaborated schedule needs to be establish with intervals of 3 hours per breastfeeding. No one told me that after each feeding I could eat an elephant (didn't happen before). No one told me that the Tiny Human can stay awake for so long, that only few minutes of sleep while eating or burping are enough.
No one told me that he will be so handsome and adorable.
And no one told me that I'll become Sting-Every-Breath-You-Take's Psycho... (This is one of the most misinterpreted songs ever. It is about an obsessive stalker, even it sounds like a love song.) I was already a Neurotic Mom, but no one told me that I'll become a whole new (higher) level of neurotic.
Every breath you take and every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you
Enjoy your family, the Tiny Humans in your life, the little miracles that surrounds you. Be grateful for your sleepless nights, the dark circle under your eyes, the tiredness of your body. Time go too quickly and you'll missed all those things that no one told you about, but are the greatest of all.