Mothers have an instinct right? I don’t care how big or how strong the niggle you get is or how tightly your stomach twists but we all know it exists when you become a mother. We just know things. I’m sorry Dads its not that we try to know it all we cant help it, we just do. Sometimes we might not know what it is and others you have a fair idea but we always get that feeling.
A week before Christmas Nathanael our then 9 month old woke with a screech at 5am. It wasn’t like him at all but every baby will have bad nights/early mornings at some stage. Its only natural.
I did what I usually do in these times, my favourite sleep dazed trick of jumping into his cot and pulling his covers over both of us. These are the best snuggles. I started to rub in circular motions around his tummy wondering if he had wind. That’s when I felt it.
Two distinct lumps about an inch long each and a few centimetres apart.
My heart started to beat at a hundred miles per hour. I checked and checked, am I dreaming this? No definitely not I can feel that. Is that normal? I wasn’t sure.
I rushed into Paul but when we tried to feel around for them it had disappeared. We laughed thinking at 5 am I had gone slightly crazy but I just couldn’t get it out of my head.
I started to agonise looking at his stomach. Anyone who knows Nate is aware he is a tubby little baby with a good solid pot belly. After all Pork chop was his nickname because of all those piggy rolls. He’s just a good healthy boy I kept telling myself. I was proud of that chub he was exclusively breastfeed and I was a strict Annabel Karmel baby weaner, so I took pride in taking the credit for helping those rolls appear.
I still had that little stomach twist when I thought of it so I decided that if I still didn’t feel happy I would take him to the doctors in the new year. In the meantime I would try to let it rest and stopped asking anyone who would pay attention if they thought his belly was getting bigger?, Did I feed him too much? Or was he just naturally this shape?.