We Need a New Word for this Feeling.
Today is Thursday. Monday was my daughter Emily’s due date. She is expecting her second, a dearly-awaited daughter after an adored son born three years ago.
Except actually her due date was more like our Sunday, because- did I mention? Emily lives on the other side of the Earth, in Bangkok, Thailand.
Jonah was born a bit early, prompted by a little too vigorous exercise (aikido throws, anyone?)- but that’s another story. Suffice it to say, she is now more pregnant than she has ever been, and feeling ready.
Jonah was born in New York City and I live in Washington, D.C. So when she went into labor for him, I wrote out a sub plan, my husband and I hit the road, my other daughter Beth took a bus a few hours later, and my son took the train the next morning. One of my favorite photos in the world is of us all together with that so-new baby at our center.
Now, Beth is in Honduras. She, son Joey, husband and I in D.C.– well, all we can do is check our phones and emails every five minutes.
I haven’t talked about worry. I know while childbirth is normal and everything should be fine, I also know that childbirth is an extreme event and sometimes things happen. I also know it is tough. How do we feel when our child faces something so wonderful and also so dreadful?
Anxiety? Concern? Eagerness? Expectation- that’s a good word, but not quite it…
We need a new word for this feeling.