My pregnancy, while not difficult by any measure, was not exactly a picnic, either. I was sick and dog-tired for the first trimester, sick in the second trimester, and sick in the third trimester. I had leg cramps and pelvic cramps, especially towards the end. N. had her foot wedged well into my ribs. And of course there was the psychic drama every time I fell down, or felt a weird twinge in my abdomen, or was kicked by my son, or mistakenly ate yogurt that was just past its expiration date. This last bit was probably the worst part of it; I couldn't shake the thought, up until the very end, that I might not end up with a live baby. Once you've lost a pregnancy, I suspect at any stage, and know others who have lost pregnancies and babies at later stages, it's hard not to listen to the voices of caution. You want to be happy, but your happiness is muted by the fear of loss; you try hard not to connect, even as you want to and desperately need to connect.
Those of us lucky enough to give birth to a live baby revel in that blessing. But honestly, the first few months of a baby's life are not easy for parents, either, and I would like to say that I think it's OK to feel frustrated, and dog-tired, and even a little sad, at the same time that you're feeling blessed that this child arrived safely. I didn't love the work of the first three months the first time around, and I confess, I'm not loving every minute of the work right now, either. Breastfeeding, especially, and being the milk machine at the All Day Cafe, involves constant learning and infinite patience. Your child may latch well, and then decide that she's feeling lazy and would rather slurp at your breast than work hard to empty it. You get showered and dressed in the morning, but you are reluctant to put in your contact lenses because you would really just rather sleep. At three a.m., you are ticked off, because you are supposed to wake up and feed the baby, but the baby wants to sleep, and the pediatrician has told you to wake the baby for the first few weeks (silly pediatrician). You feel exhausted by the endless piles of laundry. You would really like a little bit of "cute awake baby" time to assure you that yes, your lack of sleep and the constant feeding are worth it. You are frustrated that your child fights sleep like nobody's business, and you feel like a failure when she winds up screaming in your arms because she is overtired, despite your best efforts to help her to sleep when she starts yawning (you try every comfort measure in the book), every time she needs to rest during the day. You may even be a little upset that this life event may have changed everything for you, including possibly your career, leaving you without a job at the place where you've worked twelve years to build a future for yourself.
None of this makes you any less happy that you have a baby, or means that you love your child any less. You are entitled to feel just like any new parent feels, even parents who are parenting a newborn for the second, or third, or even fourth time around.
S. made this before I gave birth and froze it. I am blogging it today because curry is typically a mixture of spices, just like having a newborn entails a mixture of feelings. Like having a baby, the mixture doesn't make it any less delicious.
Dal1 carrot, chopped
1 T. minced ginger
2 c. yellow/red lentils
8 c. water
5 green onions
2 T. curry powder
1 c. raisins
1 more T. minced ginger
1/4 c. tomato paste
1 can coconut milk
1 t. salt
1 T. honey
dash cinnamon
Combine carrot, ginger, lentils, and water. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer for about half an hour, until tender.
Sauté green onions in a little oil for about 2 minutes with curry powder, raisins, and additional minced ginger.
Add tomato paste, then add to the lentil mixture along with coconut milk and salt, or to taste. Add honey and cinnamon to taste.
Let simmer for another 20 minutes, and you're done! Serve with naan or basmati rice and Greek yogurt.
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