Ignorance is Bliss...Sometimes.

Me; 37 weeks pregnant

While I was pregnant with my first son, 
I had the mentality of 'ignorance is bliss'. I wanted to believe that I would walk into the hospital, spend a little time there and leave with a baby in my arms. Forget all the messy details involved, just as simple as that. I didn't want to hear the truth about it all because it terrified me. I hear that's a common feeling among first-time moms.

The disillusionment was fabulous, until my water broke. Waking up in the middle of the night in that manner was, at the very least, unsettling. Googling:

• how do you know you are in real labour;
• What is false labour; and
• when to call the hospital

Certainly didn't feel like that was how it was supposed to go. Quickly realizing those 'horror stories' about labour and child birth would have been mighty helpful at this point. Once I was pretty sure it was for real, I woke my husband and quietly told him what had been happening, he was up out of bed in a millisecond. (Actually, I had never seen him move that fast.)

Of course, the whole process was beautiful and life changing (and kind of gross) but I had a beautiful son out of the deal. I was ecstatic.

Shortly after Mason was born, we decided to have another. (Skip ahead 19 months.) I figured out the second most unsettling feeling about having a baby...that startling moment when you realize ....I remember this pain...oh no..... here we go again...

The MOMster saga continues,

-A