We’re halfway there! More time has elapsed than there is remaining! Funny how this little milestone, that has absolutely nothing to do with the baby itself, feels so rewarding to me at this moment. I feel like I’ve gone on a long hike up a hill and have reached the top. I know that there can still be problems. I know that I’m still not feeling 100 percent myself. But, I’m also beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel and know that the downhill grade will lead me to meet my new baby.
This week in particular has been most eventful. Unfortunately, the week began with a (second) tussle between Jacob and our new dog. I had changed Jacob for bed and was sitting on the living room floor petting a dog with a wagging tail. I was enjoying watching the evening news with our new dog while Jacob played happily next to us. It was in this calm setting that Jacob decided he wanted to pet Simon. He called the dog’s name, walked up slowly, and with my help reached over to pet Simon on the back of the head. Out of the clear blue, the dog turned, barked and grabbed Jacob’s forearm in his mouth, scaring Jacob. Luckily he didn’t leave a mark. Jacob had done nothing to provoke the dog. I reprimanded Simon, calmed Jacob and separated the two completely, but knew the dog would have to go. The next day, the shelter volunteer arrived to pick him up and take him to a rescue society rather than the pound where he’d be put down. We weren’t at all interested in finding out what damage could be done in a third encounter.
Fortunately, our little boy was wonderfully understanding. He cried himself to sleep that night asking that Simon come home, but by morning he would only explain that the doggie had hurt his cheek and needed to live with other doggies, not babies.
In the midst of the stress created by this situation, I found myself becoming increasingly concerned about our newest little one. The baby had chosen to stop kicking and squirming for prolonged periods of time. Each time I’d think about calling the doctor there would be a single kick, but in between my near panic attacks, there was nothing. I kept trying to rationalize by saying that I’d been quite active and under a lot of stress and had probably not noticed squirms during the daytime, but by the second night of less active movement I was truly worried. Shortly before Rob came home from work I decided to give it one last shot. I mixed a large glass of chocolate milk (caffeine free) and enjoyed a nice treat. Then I waited, with a sleeping Jacob in my arms, which was as much a comfort for my overactive nerves as it was for him. By the time Rob arrived home from work the baby was kicking at full speed and strength. I can’t explain how relieved I was to feel this familiar sensation! Since day one I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that something could go wrong. But, a simple glass of chocolate milk cured my fears this time.