It was all about getting real this weekend, as we did an infant care class on Saturday and hospital tour on Sunday.
The care class was a whole lot of common sense mostly, and some general stuff about what to expect on the birthday. As it turns out, I'm finding that babies aren't all that hard to take care of. I think more and more that the biggest challenges are supporting each other and working to maintain a high level of quality in your relationship as your priorities become massively realigned.
Of particular interest though is the guy who seems to have packaged together all of the things that make a cranky baby not cranky. Watching his video is like watching magic, and a lot of it just involves holding the baby in positions you wouldn't otherwise think of. That's pretty neat stuff.
The hospital tour brought mixed feelings. On one hand, it's good to see what the place looks like, but I also feel really uncomfortable in any medical facility. I spent too much time with doctors as a kid, and even though my mom was a nurse in a hospital, I generally only think of it for when she was in it for gall bladder removal, or for seeing my stepdad in there for heart surgery. That it's a place for the start of life is still foreign to me.
I have a great deal of anxiety about the big day. Routine as it might be, a C-section is still surgery, and I'm not looking forward to that. That I'll be in the room during the surgery also disturbs me, but obviously there's no choice since it's also when junior will arrive. Part of the anxiety is that it's not the doctor in Cleveland, because I found it so easy to trust her. I look forward to that time an hour after Diana is all closed up in recovery that we can just peacefully enjoy the baby.
Have I mentioned that the intensity of the last 12 months has been completely off the charts?
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