Dear God – Are you there? It’s me Hedvig.
I know you are very busy up there, especially with all the snow you are making tonight. But if I could, I would like to send up this one tiny prayer. Can I be born soon?
It’s been a very long nine months. When this whole thing started, I really liked the place where I live. It was spacious and warm and I could swim around all day. Once I could hear, I heard the sounds of my Mommy talking. She talks a whole lot, but I kinda like it. What I like even more, is listening to my Daddy sing. He makes up silly songs and yells them really loud in my ear. I’m pretty sure he is a clown with big shoes and a red nose because he is always saying and doing very funny things. I really want to meet them both.
Don’t get me wrong, things have been nice in here. The food is good. I eat lots of amniotic fluid, and my Mom bakes these amazing cupcakes and cookies that come at me in a major sugar rush. The climate is great. It’s warm and cozy. And I get out every day with my Mom and Dad for these long walks that gently rock me back and forth in my little nest. But the truth is that it’s been starting to get a little cramped.
For starters, I’ve been stuck upside down for the last month with my head in my Mom’s pelvis. That’s a lot of blood rushing to the head. I try to kick around but I’m constantly bumping up against my Mothers rib cage. I have to really work to turn around in this tight space. I can feel everything that touches my Mothers belly, her desk, the kitchen table, her super tight ski jacket, the bed, Daddy’s hands. For a long time, no one could touch me – but now when people put their hand on my Mom’s tummy I can feel them trying to grab my toes. And well, I kinda like it. To be honest, I like it a lot.
I like it so much, I think I would like to really feel their hands on my toes. I think I want to touch my Mommy’s face and meet my silly Daddy. Okay, so it’s not really the space as much as I’m a little lonely. Sometimes, I feel like I’m standing outside of a house with a big party going on inside. All I can do right now is press my ear to the door, but what I really want is to be invited in for some cake.
I know it’s going to be tough out there. I know it’s going to take me a little while to adjust. I hear it’s cold and loud and not as squishy or soft, but I think I’m ready. There are so many things and people waiting for me. I can’t wait to wear my first party dress, or dance around the room with Papa, or play Settlers of Catan with Dad. I want to see the snow and take a bath with Mommy, go to a show with Mimi, and eat in a restaurant. Everyone is having so much fun out there and I want to be part of it!
Dear God, I know you are busy. I know there are more important things going on in the world than the pleas of a nine month old baby. I know you have a plan and a time and a way to do this right. But if you can, if it’s not too much trouble, if it’s possible, can I be born soon?