Something New for Baby

I had a huge realization the other day that Baby #2 does not currently have anything bought/made just for her. While many of Daughter #1’s clothing and items were hand-me-downs from cousins, so much was given new and special just for her. I was just past my first trimester when her daddy came home from a business trip with an adorable stuffed wolf. This new baby doesn’t have so much as a new rattle…

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Until now. I made a special sweater for Daughter #1 to wear in her hospital first photos and special events. I spent the weekend using my free time (I have free time!) to make Baby #2 a baby cocoon and matching hat! I used the free pattern from the Knitless Knitter and altered it to be made of half-double crochets rather than triple crochets. It still worked up fast, but won’t have quite such a “holey” feel. Given this baby is born in December, the extra warmth might be welcome, too. I used a beautiful wool heather I’d bought to knit a sweater for myself (a task I still haven’t felt the courage to try). I just hope it is big enough: the HDCs made it a little less stretchy.

I know there are some tricky issues around throwing a shower for a 2nd baby, and I don’t really expect one (I have most of what I need saved from before) but I do think every baby needs a few special things, just for her.

Scared stiff AND at peace. How can this be?

I was having a conversation with hubby the other day about my decision to become a stay at home mom once Baby Number 2 arrives. I came to a stunning conclusion: I’m both terrified and completely at peace with my decision.

I’m terrified, because I could have quite a few days like yesterday, when my three-year-old screamed at me for 10 minutes because I carried her into the kitchen, wrapped a blanket around her, and then set her down, when what she wanted was for me to wrap the blanket around her and then carry her to the kitchen. And then screamed at me because she didn’t want to go potty. And then screamed at me because she didn’t get to watch TV. (There were probably a few more episodes of her screaming at me, but frankly, they all start to run together after a bit.) The power struggles right now are enough to make me want to pack her in a crate and ship her to grandma’s until she’s 20.

And yet, my decision to leave my job and be home has me completely at peace. I’m standing on the edge of the great unknown, and normally at moments like this I feel total anxiety and super stressed out. I know I did as I prepared to have Baby Number 1. There was so much to do to prepare, and so much unknown.

It’s strange: I have just as much to prepare for this baby, though very different things, as I did for the first. I have to finish preparing the baby’s room, create a transition plan at work, figure out how I’m going to structure my time at home so I don’t go crazy, and plan for entertaining a three-year old with a newborn in the picture. And yet…

I feel like I’m in the driver’s seat for the very first time. My job isn’t going to dictate my time. I can reinvent myself (with the Masters Degree that I just finished) into the parent and independent freelancer/part time worker that I want to be. I don’t know what that means yet. The world is an unpredictable place and this new me is nebulous at best. And I’m totally okay with that.