A Letter To My Unborn Baby

Dear Sprout

I can’t believe the day when we finally get to meet you is so close. At times this pregnancy has felt like it would never end, and at others I wonder where the time has gone. (To be fair, that’s happened once, and was a very fleeting moment. 38 weeks in gestation time is around 4 years in non-gestation time)

Just the other night as I arrived at the hospital for an impromptu checkup, I had a moment of panic when I walked in the doors. 50% of me was kind of hoping the doctor would tell me you were on your way, and the other million % of me was terrified out of my mind. Terrified. A thousand “ohmywordwhatarewedoing” moments flashed through my brain. I’m sure that’s normal though – and I know that the second you are here with me, those fears will all fade (to be replaced with “he’s crying – now what!?”)

I’ve had 38 long weeks to think about you, and imagine this wormy, wriggling yoga thing as an actual human being. There are so many things I’m dying to find out – do you have hair? (the gorgeous heartburn you’ve given me implies yes), will you be as heavy as your read on the ultrasound machine, what colour are your eyes? Will you match the name we’ve chosen for you? Just what kind of a small person will you be?

I have so many dreams and wishes for you, kid. Huge pressure considering you have yet to take your first breath.

I hope that from the moment you come out into this terrifying world you know, above anything, that you are so loved. You were planned and wanted and waited for. Nothing about you being here was accidental.

I hope you go forth into this new life with sincerity, compassion and empathy. I hope that you choose to see the good in everyone, yet aren’t naive when it comes to giving 3rd chances. The majority of this world is good, and I hope you get to experience that good without being taken advantage of.

I hope you inherit your dads Excel logic, sporting skills, directional abilities and eyelashes. I hope you get my wit and sense of humour. You come from a strong line of Kearney’s who are always talking, always thirsty for knowledge and always learning – I pray that you go about life devouring new experiences with voracity.

Travel. I sit here now, and regret always being the one to abide by the rules, never exceeding my leave allocation and always saving instead of jumping on that plane to an exotic destination. Go to places only limited by your imagination – and for gods sake – eat the damn durian! I hope the more you travel the more you realise that Africa is your home, but I can’t be so naive as to think that you will live here forever. It’s hard in this country at the moment, and it may just get harder. Don’t ever stick around for us, but if you do leave, make sure you have enough money to fly us over to wherever you find yourself, so we can visit and cramp your style like all good parents do.

I hope you learn from us, but don’t feel obliged to follow in our footsteps. Go forth and make your own destiny – don’t let anyone’s previous actions hold you back from your future. Don’t let them tell you that you cant – figure that out for yourself.

Read a ton of books, eat more than what you’re familiar with. Vegetables are delicious, truly. Smile at strangers and let people in traffic. Be bigger than you are. Give yourself to others, but don’t be a pushover. Learn to say no when it’s needed.

Try and do new and scary things as often as you can, but don’t be foolish. Follow the rules, live honestly and with integrity. Be a good person and treat everyone well.

Be generous. I’m not talking about buying flashy things, I’m talking about generosity with your time, your willingness to help those in need and to sometimes not look at the price tag. Don’t be frugal. No one likes that person who double dips the tea bag.

The most important thing my parents taught me was how to respect others, ask questions and remember my pleases and my thank-you’s. I hope I instill this in you too.

At the end of the day, my wish for you is to embrace this life you’ve been given, and know that you being here is for a reason. I hope you find that reason and use it to its fullest advantage.

This life is yours for the taking.

I cannot wait to meet you.

Mom

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A Sprout Shower

Something I have been looking forward to my entire pregnancy has been my baby shower. I really am the luckiest lass as between my mom, 3 x A type bridesmaids and a host of talented friends and family, events like this are always filled with such attention to detail! (Remember my bachelorette?) My ‘Sprout’ themed shower didn’t disappoint.

I think the pics speak for themselves.

Side note – I highly recommend getting knocked up – the pressie and spoils are outrageous!

Only my mom would painstakingly grow dozens of Sprout heads..each personalised of course!

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Dr Seuss, Roald Dahl and Beatrix Potter. What more could a literature loving mom want for her kid?

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Babies and Bostons… of course

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Instead of a card, each gift had a photo of the sender as a baby. Amy had printing issues so she decided to draw hers. I never would have imagined her looking like this as a baby… Mad skill!

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Some people on the other hand, were a lot more easy to identify. 

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Chocolate brownie stag cupcakes… I mean, really. 

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Food, glorious food!

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Guessing baby’s name… NO-ONE got it right 🙂


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Things then went back to our place where my hubby was having a nappy braai…let’s just say it got messier than a diaper after a first solids feed. 

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That Awkward Moment When You Find Your Urine Sample in your Handbag…

This happened about 5 minutes ago as I was rummaging through my bag for a post lunch stick of gum. Do you think I can ask my gynae for a R30 refund on my exorbitant bill?

A bill so so worth it through. As any mom or mom to be understands – ultrasounds during pregnancy are one of the most exciting things that can happen. My doctor today even jokingly asked if I knew the exact gestation date. I did. 25 weeks and 2 days. Except when sprout came up on the screen…. all ONE POINT ONE KILOGRAMS of him, his estimated age was reading at around 29 weeks. “That’s one big boy you have in there” Dr D noted. “At this rate he will just walk right out of your womb”

So, yay, baby boy is healthy and happy and oh so very large. He was also clearly terribly bored by all the attention that was on him as we captured him mid-yawn.

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Side note – If anyone was planning on buying us cute newborn clothes, perhaps its best to fast track to the toddler aisle.

103 days to go!

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