This month, my oldest is celebrating her 8th birthday. So, in honor of her, I’ll be doing a series of posts every Friday this month on some surprising lessons of motherhood that I learned from her (Here’s Lesson #1 and Lesson #2). Nothing feels as scary or as wonderful (though mostly scary) as when you have your first child. That little being changes you, inside and out. And not always the way you thought they would. So join me for a look at what first time momhood taught me. You can probably relate…
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It took my husband and me fifteen months to conceive, and it ended in an early miscarriage. It took another three months after that to get pregnant again.
When our little girl was about 9 months old, we decided to ditch the birth control and give baby #2 a try. We expected to settle in for another long wait. About three years separating the two sounded pretty good to us.
So a few weeks later, when I suddenly became so dizzy while standing and chatting with a coworker that I had to grab onto the wall, I was nonplussed. But I grabbed a pregnancy test at the drug store on the way home, just in case.
And whaddya know?
My husband said he knew right away because I looked a little sheepish when I went looking for him to deliver the news. And I guess I was. After all, it had been my math that we were working off of. I was pretty shocked that this was actually happening.
Two kids, roughly a year and a half apart? How was that going to work?
Fast forward seven years and there are five of them, all between 20 and 25 months apart. And we were worried about two…
Seriously, why did no one warn us? I spent four first birthday parties with a very small bun working in my oven. Even birth control could not thwart the will of some seriously determined baby makers.
And so I’ve learned, through multiple experiences, that being a mom makes you more likely to be a mom, again…and again…and again.
Even my OBGYN seemed blasé about this. Of course, he was probably just glad for the repeat business and nine months of steady co-pays. And, of course, getting to discuss his reading list with me. We were like a two-person book club with stethoscopes.
As we approach our youngest’s first birthday, the question isn’t about what kind of cake we should get or should there be a party. No, our question is, can daddy wear a blindfold for the entire month?
Cause that guy just looks at me and…
I’m kidding.
Sort of.
No, seriously, can someone lend me one…?
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