Center of the Universe

So this week marks the 29 week mark. I went to the doctor on Monday, spent 45 minutes between waiting in the lobby and waiting in an examining room, 5 minutes to pee in a cup, 5 minutes to check my weight and blood pressure, and 5 minutes for Dr. Bindner to ask if I had any questions, measure the height of my fundus, and listen to the baby’s heartbeat. All is still well. From now on, my appointments will happen every two weeks. That means that Davis’s arrival is quickly approaching.

Tracy and I have officially been educated about bringing baby into the world and bringing baby home with us. We spent an entire Saturday at a birthing class where our fears were confirmed… The baby pretty much has one route for exit. We watched many videos of parents who were going through the 3 stages of labor. It was very interesting to me that one couple, when the beginning stages of labor started, went out to lunch and for a walk in the park before heading to the hospital. At the hospital, in order to progress labor and deal with labor pains, the same couple went for a stroll up and down the hallways. At one point when the mom’s pain really intensified, the husband got down on the floor, on all fours, so that he could provide a table of sorts for her to lean over on. Tracy assured me that if I really needed him to do this, he would, but I have my doubts. Our instructor, Carla Wham said that we would know we were having contractions when our bellies were “Tight, Tight, Tight and Hard, Hard, Haaaard.” We wondered why she repeated this so many times. We have actually repeated this phrase many times since our class because we found it so humorous. I think it may have been important for us to remember – believe me, we won’t forget it.

After viewing an actual birth (on video of course), we also got to witness the birth of the placenta. On the night prior to going to the class, our friend Adam who has a young daughter, proceeded to desribe the placenta to us. He said that it looked like a muscadine grape that had rotted, been turned inside out and blown up about a hundred times. We were expecting the worst. But, the birth of the placenta was not even that traumatic. All in all, we survived birthing class without too many scars or surprises.

Our next class the following Tuesday was entitled Handle With Care. We watched more videos and got some hands-on experience with an extra large baby doll. Most people had baby dolls that were the size of a normal newborn, but for some reason ours was extra large. I hope that it was not an indication of what we should expect on Davis’s coming out day. Anyway, Tracy learned how to change the baby’s diaper and how to swaddle. We were then taken upstairs where the nurse actually bathed a newborn little boy, so that we would know how to carefully give our own newborn a bath.

The thing I fear the most and the thing I had the most questions about was the umbilical cord. It just looks so gross. Tracy thinks it looks like a snail. I asked the nurse if it halfway fell off, were we just supposed to leave it attached until it completely fell off. She instructed me to leave it until it completely fell off. She then told me I should keep it after it fell off. That left me a little disturbed and confused. So, I had another question – What do you mean keep it? She explained that it held valuable DNA information and that we should just place it in a zip-loc bag and put it in a fire proof box so that, heavenforbid, if we needed DNA information, we would have it readily available. Honestly, my spine crawls when I look at pictures of baby’s umbilical cords. I don’t know how I am going to make it through actually having to look at one on a daily basis. I am thinking that if I have to breast feed the baby every 2 hours, the least Tracy can do is change his diapers. Fair compromise as far as I am concerned. Once the cord falls off, I will take over.

It’s interesting, I never understood what the umbilical cord was attached to. For some reason, Tracy and I thought it was like a tether connecting Davis’s belly button to my belly button. I knew it was how he was nourished and fed, but I couldn’t figure out how that worked. I also questioned what happens to the umbilical cord once they cut it from the baby. Does the rest of it just remain inside me? Well, needless to say that after the birthing class, I now understand the umbilical cord is attached to the placenta and it comes out once the placenta is birthed. I am thankful to know that it doesn’t take up residence in my uterus after Davis is birthed. The thought of that just makes my skin crawl.

After all the classes and talk about baby virtually every waking moment, I told Tracy that I felt like I was disappearing. I felt like everyone was oblivious to my existence beyond my belly. I even told him that I thought I would just skip my morning routine of fixing my hair and putting on make up because no one would notice. All they see is my belly. It’s like that’s my whole person. I was starting to feel non-existent and depressed. I talked to Obea about it and she assured me that once the baby was born, it would get worse. I would really not exist. She even said that my family would probably only want to see us so that they could see the baby. I fully realize that this will in fact happen and I am thankful that everyone is so amazingly excited over the life that is being formed. I even expected that I would take a back seat to baby Davis, but last week the reality of it hit me head on.

A few weeks ago, Aunt Carol sent me a comic strip that said once the baby comes, you stop being the center of the universe and the baby takes over that role. I never really thought that I considered myself the center of the universe, but I am convinced we all see ourselves that way. We’re born selfish. However, I am learning, that my universe is getting ready to go through a massive implosion and when it’s all said and done, reformed and reshaped, a newer and better universe will remain.

11 thoughts on “Center of the Universe”

  1. The whole placenta thing… now that’s something I never saw coming. I was both amazed and horrified in the same instant. This whole experience is, in a word, amazing.

  2. When Kali was born I didn’t have to deal with the whole cord thing, because she was in the hospital. When Dalton was born I was scared to death to touch it. It started falling off little by little and then it was hanging on by a string. James told me to go ahead and take it off and I wouldn’t because I was told not to. So one night I went to change his diaper and it was gone. We looked everywhere!! I was afraid that it had fell out of his pajamas and Chopper had gotten it and eaten it. But, luckily we found it in the very bottom of his little footed pajamas at his toes. We do have it in a zip lock bag with the date on it.

  3. I completely understand your center of the universe theory… It appears I too have been mis led as to thinking I was it. However, Grandpa David now is unable to complete a sentence that does not have ” Little Davis” at the end of it.
    Just last night he noted that we needed to include plugs in the porch ceiling, and then explained that they would be used for Christmas lights on the porch for “Little Davis”. He also remembered Tracy’s train set in the attic that will need to come down to go around the Christmas tree for “Little Davis”. Maybe we should call him ” Little Davis, Master Of The Universe”.
    Love Ya’ll,

  4. Hello!!

    Tracy: Call grandma Floyd, she’ll help you. She was wonderful with joshua’s UC. She put bacitracin around it and made sure it was kept clean and then one day poof, it was gone (looked rotted to me, so i did not bag it. I trashed it). I just observed so i would know what to do with the next baby.

    Now Michelle, bout that universal thing. I know you cant remember this, but there was a time when you were the newborn in the family and I am sure you were it! So now, its passed to the next generation – “Baby Davis”!! When everyone dotes over Davis, that will make you “a proud mommy”

    You and Tracy will be just fine. You’ll have your own experience, which is very exciting. The whole thing is an experience!!

    When does the experience end “Never”! ha ha!! I am still experiencing things.

    If you dont want to comb your hair or get dressed, then treat yourself!

    Just remember, we all got here the say way and someone is a call away (or internet) to answer your concerns! Dont panic, breathe, relax!!!

    love Aunt Janice

  5. OK Tracy. The cord can be long. It wii be twisty and purplish. It could be around the neck, around the shoulder, in the baby’s hand, have a knot in it, around the foot, you name it but do not fear, your Dr., if the cord should be around the neck will either slip it over the head or will clamp it twice with clamps and cut inbetween the clamps. Anyway don’t faint because you need to cut that cord. It is tough and rubbery when you cut it. The placenta can come out looking like chopped liver. It will have have a smooth side and a side that is not smooth. You will do fine in delivery. If you feel the least bit fainty SIT DOWN. Ask the nurse for some juice or something cold to help you.

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