February 17, 2011

Great expectations

Expectations are funny things. We can tell ourselves not to have them, but they can creep up on us without us even realising.

Before I had The Boy I told myself not to have expectations about labour (whatever happened - just to roll with it and trust that it would all work out ok) and then the thing I ended up struggling with the most were my expectations I had about breastfeeding, something I wrongly assumed would be straight forward.

With this baby, without even realising it, I assumed I would go into labour early and spontaneously (with no Braxton hicks at all), like I did last time - wrong again - so far I've had 3 false starts and counting!

I've found things a lot easier to deal with now that I've realised that my expectations were unrealistic. All in all I am happy and healthy and so is baby - and that is all that matters. I will be back sooner (or later) with news, and that is a grand thing to look forward too :)

Bec xx

2 comments:

Sally said...

Ahhh siblings... determined to be different from the very start!
Take care ... rest up while you can!!!

Lauren said...

*nods head* Ahh, they teach us so much, these gorgeous wee things... She's preparing you for a gentle and easy birth, while teaching you that ultimate lesson in patience ;) Thinking of you and sending lots of love your way. Can't wait to hear all about it! xx