Sleep has become a hot ticket item in the Schmidt house lately. The grunts and groans mom makes have increased in frequency and intensity. Something called indigestion has taken over mom’s life (or so she says). And it all has me a little bit jumpy.
Until today. Today mom and dad went to that place called the doctor and got some good news. The baby is not in mom’s ribs anymore! In fact, my future little person has moved down into a position that is apparently quite safe for delivery.
They were talking in a bunch of numbers (something about centimeters and percentages and measurements) but it’s all Greek to me. What I gathered from the mood was this was all good news. So I should have been thrilled. Instead I felt a little betrayed.
Earlier today I wandered my way into the bag for the hospital. The good news is it is all packed up and ready to go. The bad news is there’s no room for me to be in it. I wouldn’t expect to be because of safety issues, but I realized today that’s not the real problem. The real problem is there is no room for me at the hospital either. No doggies allowed. How am I supposed to protect mom and the little person (and, let’s be honest, dad) if I am stuck at home? They rescued me. They are my people. I would be lost without them.
All of this sent me into what I guess you could call a doggie panic attack this afternoon while I waited for my people to return from the doctor. It was the closest I’ve ever come to doing something naughty (mom did leave those shoes by the back door that would have been mighty tasty). But I resisted the urge and I am so glad I did. Because when they returned with all of this good news I realized there will be no shortage of joy when they leave me behind to go to that hospital place.
And it wasn’t too long after they finished reminiscing about how soon everything will change that I saw it. A picture of me had made it’s way into the overnight bag. I don’t know how I’d missed it earlier. There I was in all my goofy glory, smiling at nothing in particular. And I felt relieved. Because I might not be able to accompany them, but I will certainly be there in spirit.
Wiley's Wisdom 
Oh, Wyles, my heart cracked open and soared when I read they had packed your picture in there….you are so dearly loved, as you most certainly should be. This is exciting news. You realize that means you might have your glorious brother or sister before Christmas?! What a gift! And then the fight for sleep will be between your Mom and Dad – ha!
Dear friend,
I am indeed blessed with the love of my forever people. Not only have they brought me into a home, but there is never a shortage of love to go around. I know this will only grow when the little one arrives! You’re right – my mom keeps talking about the baby being early…what a happy Christmas present that would be for all of us!
Lots of love,
Wyles
Sounds like congratulations are in order!
Sooner rather than later, perhaps! 🙂
[…] Can’t Take Me With You | Wiley’s Wisdom […]
Thanks for the pingback!
How wonderful! Your Mom has your photo with her when she goes to the hospital. I have several photos of Cally and her feline brother, Napoleon, on my mobile phone – including the one that is my new avatar 😉
Dear Lyn! You make a good point and I think you’ve finally uncovered something positive for me about those darned “smart” phones! Mom has a million pictures of me on her phone! So I’ll be in the frame, but I will also be even easier to access via the phone. Finally, a purpose to love about those things. 🙂
Lots of love to Cally and Napoleon!
Wiles
You are right Wiley, you can be with them in thoughts and that is also what they need, even if you cannot be physically there. They will be home soon enough with a bundle of new life to enjoy for you. Having your picture in the bag is wonderful, which means you are really there… well almost.
Wishing all the best, baby lying right, very good news, wishing an easy birth!
Much Love Wiles!
I suppose you’re right about being there in spirit if not in body. From what I’m gathering it will be better that way anyway. (For me, maybe not for mom). 🙂
Lots of love,
Wiles
Great news, Wiles. Your picture will be in Mom’s bag and your spirit will be in her heart. That will sustain her (and let’s be honest, Dad). Indigestion usually means the new baby will have lots of hair. Maybe it’s a puppy!! 🙂 Either way, it’ll be fluffy! Yay.
Love and licks and fluffiness,
Cupcake
You’re right as always, dear Cupcake! I think dad is going to need all the help he can get! Having me “there” should definitely help…though I might be biased in saying so. I got a good giggle out of your puppy comment! I don’t know if I’d be as happy about that though…I’m pretty anxious for a little person. 🙂
Lots of love,
Wiles
[…] Can’t Take Me With You | Wiley’s Wisdom […]
Thanks for the pingback!
awesome a new person coming to you. Now you have to remember when that new person is here that Mom and Dad still love you and want you in their lives. No mischief little one Mom will have her hands full with the new person. You be a good helper.
Hello new friend! Me? Mischief? Never. 🙂 Seriously though, I do hope to be a good big brother to this little person no matter what it takes. I’ve been around other little people before who have pulled my tail and ridden me like a horse and poked at my ears so I know what to expect. Mostly I can’t wait to be that little person’s new best friend. 🙂
Lots of love,
Wiley
I’m sure your picture will support and protect your mom, when she goes to this hospital. I’m sure it’s better for you to wait at home till she and the baby are back. Such a hospital is like a vet, just for people. I was in a waiting room once and it was a strange place, they have a talking ceiling there :o)
A talking ceiling? Wow, that sounds interesting. I think you’re right though – my place is at home waiting patiently. Or anxiously. I’ve committed myself to being the best welcome home committee ever! 🙂
[…] Can’t Take Me With You | Wiley’s Wisdom […]
Thanks for the pingback@
Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:
At least I’ll have Carter to keep me company the second time around.
That’s great new Wiley! You’re in for a big good surprise and I’m so happy for you!