Where to start?
I’m in pain, tired, and thoroughly annoyed.
Let’s start with the pain. Remember I was experiencing some back pain? Yeah, I thought it was just my son’s new mattress that was making me achy. Haha…hahaha…oh the naivety.
After a trip to the zoo yesterday, we sat down for a snack break. When I tried to get up a few minutes later, I was in excruciating pain that radiated down my left lower back and leg. My lower leg went weak and I legit couldn’t walk. While sitting, I had to lean to my right side to take the pressure of my left butt cheek to stop the shooting pain.
Oh great, I thought. My dear husband is going to have to call the zoo staff to come rescue my broken ass and haul me out of here on a golf cart.
Not wanting to bruise my pride, I was determined to stand up and hobble out of there. Slowly I got up and started taking baby steps….in front of an entire pavilion of families eating their lunch.
We got out of the concession area and I started feeling better once I was moving. But we knew we had to get home.
Things got worse once I was in the car and home. Every little movement was hell. And to top it off, my son was short on his nap and was in a full-fledged meltdown of exhaustion and literally only wanted me to stand and hold him.
Never having experienced any major back pain before in my life, I realized I must be experiencing severe sciatica, a common unpleasant pregnancy symptom.
Searching the pregnancy forums online and seeking advice from friends, I’ve determined I will need some physical therapy. If that is no good, I will seek out a chiropractor. I’m a little hesitant on the latter because A) it’s not covered by insurance, and the women I know that used a chiro for sciatica went once a week or so. I have 12 weeks of pregnancy left, which = $$$; and B) I’m convinced that once I start going, I will have to keep going to feel good. So PT is my first line of defense.
As for being annoyed: when did it become everyone else’s business to make comments on another person’s pregnancy and baby? Like WTH?
I don’t remember it being this bad the first time around, or at least it didn’t bother me as much. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been miserable for six months now that I really just can’t deal with people’s nonsense.
I do know that the fact that my husband and I have chosen not to find out the baby’s sex is fueling a lot of the annoying AF comments.
*I’m adding in this little bit of advice for anyone who wants to get a new mother a gift. Cute little baby clothes, blankets, hair bows, etc. are fun little gifts to ogle at, but they’re not necessary. What new parents really want and NEED is food.
Before the arrival of my first baby, I stocked up on some meals that we could quickly heat and eat once our son arrived, but I grossly underestimated how long I would want to have that luxury. The first week home is an absolute must for meal prep. If you don’t have stuff planned to eat, you will be ordering delivery or calling over your least favorite person to bring you food just to survive.
Between trying to figure out breastfeeding and sheer exhaustion, thinking about what to eat was just too much for me.
Fortunately, I had a couple people be my saving grace. My very own mother (who believes she is a terrible cook and to which I have witnessed just a handful of meals cooked by her in my youth) whipped up three or four meals for us. They were simple and tasty, and best of all, required no work on our part.
I had one friend who instead of dropping by another onesie, marched in this appetizing casserole ready to pop in the oven. I think I might have cried.
Those are two of the most memorable gifts I received after having my son. Don’t get me wrong, all gifts went appreciated, as it really is the thought that counts. But if you want to show someone just how much you care about them, trust me, give them food. It doesn’t need to be gourmet or complex. Someone could have packed up deli sandwiches and chips and I would have been more than grateful.
So if you find yourself struggling on what to get new parents, go for the grub.