With the craziness of life, the arrival of my second son seems to have sneaked up on me. We are now just 6 weeks away from doubling the number of children in our family.
It felt like Faith was pregnant with Adlai for years. We had days looking around for bits and bobs from pushchairs to breast pumps. When we got tired – we slept. When we wanted to go out – we went out. This time round things are well… different. If I get up past 8am I feel as though I’m wasting the day away. Going out together requires exhausting preparation and careful babysitter coordination.
This week though, I have felt more determined to carve out some time and mind space to prepare for the arrival of my unborn son. From sectioning this mind-space I have been able to comfort myself with the certain realisation that there is not all that much to do… other than prepare emotionally…. And I’m not really sure how to do that.
Most of my practical to-do list involves going up to the loft to dig out suitably sized clothes, a car seat and that weird bouncy thing that little babies like. I also have to collect various items from various people that have been loaned out as various babies have been born: a Moses basket from a cousin, a baby carrier from a friend.
We’ve been preparing Adlai for the arrival of his brother by asking him often if he’s going to share his things with the new baby.