I’m waiting for my second niece to be born. She was due yesterday, but she’s a first baby and is probably still some days away. I phoned my brother and his partner this morning and they both sound pretty knackered. Cheryl’s not sleeping much and they’re in the strange suspended state that is late pregnancy – waiting and waiting, wanting the baby to come right now, while also being scared of the labour and delivery. I remember that state.
There’s nothing I can do to help them prepare either. Everyone’s experience of labour is their own. And no amount of support or advice can prepare you for the huge change wrought by becoming a parent for the first time. You become a whole new person, your identity refashioned around the tiny person you’ve miraculously acquired.
I’m excited for them, and I hope the baby comes soon.