Imagine a tiny baby who just came into this world and needs to deal with air, water, food, medicine, vaccines, bacteria, viruses. Mom’s womb was so cozy and warm and nutritious. Everything worked like clockwork and all of a sudden you are famished, freezing, deafened by sounds and blinded by bright light.
And here comes the dreaded “colic.” It’s like a sword of Damocles that hangs over all expecting parents. Continue reading
If you are pregnant or know anyone pregnant, you will know – it is really easy to scare a pregnant woman into action! Books, blogs, baby forums, neighbors, relatives, friends will overwhelm you with advice.
My Mom was pregnant for the first time. At 37. You bet she followed every advice (that sounded scientific enough, to be fair). The closer the delivery date approached, the more often she heard a question “Do you have the hospital bag ready?” Continue reading
My Mom had a very unique reason for wanting to go into labor exactly on her due date. Not because she gained 30 pounds during the pregnancy; or because every step of her swollen feet felt like lifting two 15 lb dumbells; or because she desperately craved a sip (a sniff) of wine.
No, those surely weren’t good enough reasons. The real reason? The due date fell on her birthday. Crazy, but true! If I were born that day imagine the ultimate birthday gift that would be. Dad would have to work twice as hard to make it a special day. So the precision had to be exact! Too much at stake! Continue reading
Pregnant ladies across the globe have superstitions beyond comprehension of a regular person. But you know that pregnant ladies are not regular people and you got to respect their feelings no matter how crazy they sound. Some fear the cemetery, some fear the water or the full moon.
My Mom was paranoid about buying (and receiving) baby stuff before I was actually born. She had no baby showers and no shared registry. She had nightmares about having a full house of baby stuff and no baby. “Baby shoes. Never worn” type of thing. Thank you for the visual, Ernest. You can’t explain a pregnant woman’s superstitions. But that doesn’t mean Mom wasn’t prepared for my arrival. Continue reading