With Manchild, we did nothing. He was born at 11:20pm. He was two weeks early. We hadn’t even thought that maybe we’d like to celebrate somehow. So we stayed in our room and ate hospital food and tried to get some sleep while nurses came in and out every few hours. Micah didn’t leave the hospital the whole time we were there, and we were both pretty exhausted when we were finally discharged.
Squish was a little different. A very little different. I still ate whatever the hospital put in front of me. I still tried to sleep between the nurses’ visits. But Micah did run out to buy a pint of Haagen-Daas, which we devoured while our newborn slept a few feet away – quite the celebration. My mom brought Manchild to see his new brother, Micah went home to sleep, but stayed with me and Squish as much as he could.
This time, however, things will be different. I’m birthing at home (assuming all goes well). The boys will be gone for the birth, but will come home to a new sister. We’ll be in our own space, with no cafeteria, no nurses poking in every few hours, and no visiting hours to observe. And I’ve been trying to plan accordingly. Who should we call once she’s born? The pizza place? The deli? Should we order sushi? Roti? Indian? Thai? Mexican? The world is my oyster and I’m slightly overwhelmed by the thought of it. (We all know that birthing is hungry work.)
I’ve also been planning to make a cake for months now. I’ll put it in the freezer, take it out when things are getting close, and have my sister put the finishing touches on it when she brings the boys home to meet their sister. Now I just have to decide on a recipe . . . any suggestions?
How have you celebrated having given birth? Do you have a go-to treat? A special meal? Or is it hospital food and freezer meals for a week?