It’s weird to have your child two months early. Nevermind all the drama. For Type A people like me, you basically are just, in two words: NOT READY.
My pal Mayberry Mom talked about the strangeness of sharing “the news” when you have a c-section, that you get a bit disconnected from the moment. I share her sentiment, and stretch it even further since I was unconscious for my news, and then friends had to scramble to have a baby shower for us once I recovered from the c-section. Talk about weird.
There you are, still fat but no baby in your belly, said baby still in the NICU, and tons of friends over at the house to celebrate the baby that shouldn’t even be there.
Not that I am bitter, or didn’t have a great time, it was just, in one word: SURREAL.
My favorite of the party games was when my best friend Danielle pulled out all sorts of crepe and wrapping paper, and all the women decorated their balloon-stuffed and bellied men as pregnant ladies. Bryan and I got to judge. The winner? My dentist dressed as Carmen Miranda.
So totally awesome.
Even more awesome? Friends coming out to help ease our strain and worry for an afternoon. Friends helping us get the nursery together when we were totally unprepared. And finally, finally, that little kid coming home from the NICU.
That was another *awesome* party.