I remember the birth of my first child quite vividly. The other deliveries tend to blend a bit. I've been known to say things like "during one delivery, my blood pressure was really low" or "one of my babies had low blood sugar after birth".
Which baby? What delivery? I can't answer those questions with any kind of confidence.
I even remember the details about Number One Son's first year of life. Not so sure about the others, but I can confirm that they wore nothing but sleepers for a year and each additional child spent more time sitting in a bouncy chair with a soother shoved in his/her gob.
There is a clever little joke that circulates on e-mail outlining the differences in parental treatment between first and later-borns. One example is how parents respond when a child swallows a coin:
First child: parent rushes child to hospital and demands an x-ray;
Second child: parent cautiously monitors child expecting coin to pass in bowel movement;
Third child: parent deducts coin amount from child's allowance.
Subsequent pregnancies are also different. You start dropping things like taking vitamins and caring about eating all the right foods. You can even convince yourself that a glass of wine will do the baby some good.
As I'm gearing up for c-section number six, the actual delivery is being treated differently as well. It is becoming more and more difficult to find a suitable birth date for this child. You might assume that the date would be based on my doctor's schedule and recommendations, but this is not so. Working around the schedule of this busy family makes any obstetrician's schedule look like a summer vacation. The date of this baby's arrival has to work around such factors as when I can line up care for the siblings, a pending business trip I have, violin recitals, dance exams, soccer try-outs, and an important school event for my daughter.
And if that isn't difficult enough, daddy-o sent me an e-mail this week outlining dates that would best suit his work schedule. Enough already! I told him I had to remove his schedule from the mix. He would simply be required to make himself available on the date provided to him via his Outlook Express.
It may look like this baby is causing a few 'prior to arrival' organizational hassles, but I don't doubt for a second that we will one day fondly remember that busy time when our kid count was rounded out to a half a dozen. Well, if history repeats itself we likely won't remember, but at least this blog will be hanging around to jog our memories!
***and speaking of blogs, one of the things I love about blogging is having an online journal that helps me connect with readers and other bloggers. We have had some awesome entries to the Mabel's Labels BlogHer contest, and it's not too late to get involved. Go to http://www.blogcontest.mabel.ca/