Tuesday, November 10
So, my precious baby boy is home. Finally home. :) Sleeping pretty well, too. I'm not completely exhausted.
So... you would think that, after finally having my baby home, I could get over my issues and stop being jealous. Wouldn't you?
As perfect as Colby is (he's pretty perfect!) I'm still jealous of everyone. It's quite pathetic.
I watch tv shows where people say that the only think that matters is if the baby is healthy. Yeah, I wouldn't know because my babies weren't healthy.
I watch tv shows where people anxiously await the birth of their babies and the day of their birth is exciting and perfect. Yeah, I wouldn't know that either because I spent the morning of my boys' birth crying when I was told that labor couldn't be stopped.
I watch tv shows where people joyfully tell their families that the baby was born! Yeah... that I wouldn't know either because both my mom and Johnny's mom sobbed on the phone when they heard that we were having the babies.
I watch tv shows where people wish their pregnancy could be over. Yeah, that I wouldn't know because I was still in a phase where I LOVED being pregnant.
I guess the moral of the story is that I shouldn't watch tv.
And today an acquaintance from college gave birth to her baby girl. The baby was due 1 month after the twins. She was born almost 4 months later. And I'm still very jealous. Her baby is healthy. Her baby is happy. People on facebook (because that's how I know all this) are thrilled for her and her beautiful baby. People didn't know what to say when the twins were born...
Bleh. I just wish that the happy, healthy pregnancy I had worked so hard for hadn't been taken away. And even though it had to be taken away, I wish Connor hadn't been taken away.