So my MIL calls me today to let me know we should have a copy of her trip itinerary in our email. You know, for her visit in March? March, as in, the month I have this baby?

Yeah.

I am so completely grateful that she’s going to be here. I would not have said that the last time I was pregnant, but I also didn’t have a toddler to consider back then. Thankfully, I have a great friend who could have watched Smushy for me, but that wasn’t really my ideal situation since that would put her an hour and a half away and not sleeping in her own bed. I really want her to have some kind of stability while I’m in the hospital. So my MIL being here is so great. Smushy can sleep in her own bed and she’ll only be 20 minutes away from us. Mr. Silly can come home at night and put her to bed. She’s been a little difficult to get to sleep for a while now and the whole process can easily take a couple of hours. I just don’t think she would do well with a stranger putting her to bed.

Which is pretty much what my MIL is. It sucks, but that’s how it goes when family lives across the country. I plan on talking up “Grandma” and maybe getting on Skype or something so she can see her, but I know Smushy. That’s not going to cut it. She is very much a mama’s girl and this is going to be tough on her. Add in postpartum hormones and I’m not going to be doing so great with it either.

We’re in the planning stages of getting ready and now is when I’m starting to worry. The details are starting to occur to me. Details like, Smushy has school the day of my c-section. So I have to take my MIL to show her where the school is the day before so she can drop Smushy off in the morning. And what if Smushy freaks out and screams for me at pick-up time? I talked to the school and they’re going to help as much as they can.

And what if my MIL can’t get her down for a nap? Naptime is usually pretty easy around here, so it shouldn’t be a problem, but of course it will be.  And the plan is for everyone to come meet the new baby after Smushy nap and stay for dinner and leave once visiting hours are over.  I don’t think I’m going to do well with her leaving.  I am freaking out about it.  So much so I want to cry just thinking about it.  I’m not used to being away from her.  I’m planning on asking my doc at my next appointment when is the soonest I can get out of there.  I was there for 44 hours after I had Smushy.

Mr. Silly is going to take Smushy back home and put her to bed.  That helps so much.  But she has a habit of waking in the middle of the night and climbing into bed with us.  We had planned for my MIL to sleep downstairs on the sleeper sofa in the playroom, but that obviously won’t work if Smushy is going to wake up.  She’ll have to stay in our bed.  Which is fine, but how is Smush going to handle waking up in the middle of the night and her parents aren’t there??

Part of me thinks it would just be best is Mr. Silly stay with Smushy.  Like the whole time.  Except that isn’t fair to the new baby or Mr. Silly since he should get a little time with his son.  Not to mention I’ll need him there over night to help with changing and stuff since I won’t be able to get out of bed.

I’m just super stressed about all of this.  I hope getting it out now will help me deal with it when the time comes or at least accept what isn’t in my very controlling hands.