Feb 24, 2016

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Baby Urge

Baby UrgesI don’t get the baby urge anymore. I’m over it. Or, that’s what I thought.

The old days

My youngest child is 5 years old. As a family, we are completely and totally out of the baby stage. And it’s delightful. I don’t worry about diapers, waking up in the middle of the night on a regular basis or feeling like I’m packing for a month-long trip when I’m only going to Wal-Mart. Don’t get me wrong, those worries are replaced by others, but it’s wonderful to feel more independent.

Right after my youngest was born I thought… well, maybe one more. My husband didn’t though. He didn’t agree at all. He said we were getting too old. And 5 years later, I admit he’s right, we were (and are) getting too old.

I miss babies in a random sort of way. Goodness, the soft skin, the cute little sounds they make and how good they can smell. Ahhh.

And then…

Part of my job is to interview patients who have had a good experience at Pella Regional. I LOVE this part of my job. I don’t get a lot of patient contact in my role, so I enjoy that part. But I also love to hear how the place I work and the people I work with have positively touched our patient’s lives. It’s wonderful.

The other day I spoke with a couple who had just had their first baby, a boy. And to say they were overjoyed is a complete and total understatement. They were thoroughly enchanted by their new little baby. They watched every move he made with amazement and joy. They were great to talk to and their little one was a handsome doll.

I left with the Baby Urge.

I couldn’t remember the diapers, waking up in the middle of the night on a regular basis or feeling like I’m packing for a month-long trip when I’m only going to Wal-Mart. I just remembered the soft skin, the cute little sounds they make and how good they can smell.

But then…

So, after I left Obstetrics I went to through Pella Medical Clinic to drop something off to a co-worker. I was still on my baby high, but it ended very quickly. There, I remembered that babies get sick-and always at the worst times. And very small children are a lot of work. These examples are very in your face at times when you walk through that area.

So, that was short-lived. My baby urge was gone pretty quickly. I guess that confirms my husband and I have made a good decision on the size of our family.

But that new mom and dad in Obstetrics with their new little boy will make me smile every single time I think of them and remember how enchanted I was and still am with all that my children do – even now.

That’s the perfect word for how I felt each time my babies were put in my arms for the first time. Enchanted.

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