In December 2017, my husband and I were totally amped for the new year. As we all do, we had plans ..not like set in stone plans but just plans for 2018. We began 2018 with a good start, all was going fine and dandy. We had developed a great routine with both our kids, we were all under one roof, my husband even quit smoking after 14 long ass years. I was so proud, I still am proud.
Smoking is an awful habit in which your body becomes dependent on the nicotine and the addiction is so bad that it affects the way you treat people. Giving up smoking for my husband was not easy, I watched him suffer, go without eating, being in foul moods and throw up every morning before going to work. But I am extremely proud of him for giving it up. What a great example he is setting for our family. My kids have someone that they can look up to, someone who has shown them the power of determination, someone who has shown them that it is possible to rectify your mistakes, that giving up your vices for your family is a great sacrifice but a rewarding one.
After quitting smoking, we were all good until the pregnancy test showed two pink lines. Then of course, our entire world was shaken upside down. Apart from shock, we were also worried. Financially, we were good and we got into our routine managing with two kids and still staying sane but with the new commitments that we had already taken on, would we manage? Another thing is that I will be having a kid for the third time in five years, now you all know that, that’s insane but here I am doing just that. So health wise, this ain’t the best idea. But what to do? The baby was already there, my two kids are already here and we have committed to other great things as well.
Although panic does hit us at certain times, we know we will manage and with that, I have the following beliefs:
God would not give us more than we can handle
We have an AMAZING support system (I cannot sing my dad’s praises enough!)
As a family, you find your footing and then somehow, magically, everything runs seamlessly like a well oiled machine
Avi and I always make a plan
So after the shock of baby number 3 arriving in January 2019, we have been trying to introduce the idea of another small sibling to our little ones. They actually seem quiet excited and they already have learned how to hold a baby. They have committed to playing with the little one, making milk, bringing diapers and changing the baby.
They speak to the baby and feel the baby. They put their little ears to my stomach and ask the baby what he or she is doing. They also give random kisses to the baby. They frequently ask me if the baby is kicking and when the baby is coming home. They also scold the baby if I complain of being kicked too hard.
Now as you all know, my daughter is extremely close to me and although she is excited for her “pretty girl baby” (as she is calling the little one), she REFUSES to let me go to hospital to “bring” home the baby. I am extremely worried about this because she has never stayed without me overnight and she barely stays a few minutes without me. I am worried that she will cry and get sick. If you have any tips on how to curb this curve ball, please let me know!
My doctors appointment was this past weekend and it was the first time that Yash had been to a scan. I was shocked and amazed at how excited he was to see the baby on the screen. He came and stood right next to the bed at the gynae’s office and he kept on asking when the baby is coming. I don’t think he really understands but he looked so happy that it really touched my heart.
So with 2018 coming to an end, I have the following great things to look forward to in 2019:
Simone Gobin is a 24 year old, it graduate, wife to Avi and mother to Yash & Ralee Gobin. She spends her days being a mother and a wife. She has decided to start a blog as a creative outlet as well as connect with other parents. Her belief is that there is a lot to learn from other parents out there and she welcomes all advice possible.