Thursday, October 4, 2012

A Sigh of Relief

What a week! H's mom moving down here, a baby shower, having most of our family in town for the shower, my birthday, plus a hospital tour have really worn us down. Despite this, H pointed out the other day that my demeanor towards everything has shifted recently to a much less stressed out guy. Since this has been brought to my attention, I've tried to pay more attention to the change and I've come to the conclusion that it's due to an increase in efficacy.

Since the shower, we finally have baby stuff. While the stuff is great, it's more about the fact that we can finally take action based on having the stuff that's important. For example, I spent my birthday putting together the "My Little Snug-a-Bunny Cradle n Swing" for the kiddo. The Snug-a-Bunny had a LOT of pieces, directions in three languages, and that frustrating thing that happens when it tells you to put things together but secretly the pieces have already BEEN put together causing you to waste time searching for the "missing" piece. Throw in the fact that the core mechanism designed to rock my fragile baby to sleep looks, in isolation, disturbingly like an outboard motor and you'd think I would be incredibly stressed.

I wasn't stressed though. Despite the setback of initially putting it together wrong, it was a very relaxing experience. I think this is because it felt like progress. Putting stuff together, taking stuff apart, and moving things around all to accommodate the upcoming child are all results oriented. I can SEE the place changing into a kid friendly environment. That brings a level of satisfaction and confidence I haven't been able to enjoy so far in this journey.

The end result is that I'm more optimistic about this kid entering our lives. Now she will have multiple places to sleep, to play, and to crap which will buy us time while we run ourselves ragged. And really, isn't that what all these things are actually about?

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations! You had your rite-of-passage swing building experience early! We waited until you were four to build a real swing set including putting it together wrong the first time, taking it apart, figuring out what we did wrong, and building it correctly the second time around. I would tell people you haven't really become a parent until you've built a swing set. I worried you wouldn't have that experience with your urban living and all, but looks like you got it anyway, although on a miniature scale.

    Mom

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