“Push” Presents and Why I’m Not a Fan

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Recently I’ve heard a lot of talk about these so called “push” presents. In case you’re not aware (because I sure wasn’t), this is when your husband/boyfriend/significant other gets you a gift for pushing out a baby. From the articles I’ve read so far, these gifts range anywhere from a $30 Pandora charm to a vacation in Jamaica when your baby is 6 months old so you can take advantage of their babysitting services. Oh, and don’t forget the $1000 rocker that EVERY home in America needs. Or hire a night nurse. Because no new mom has irrational fears of some stranger taking her baby while she sleeps. In fact, the only gift I saw on there that was even remotely practical was a bouquet of flowers.

That’s right, ladies. Know that thing your body was made to do? Now you get a reward for that. To me it fits into that “everybody gets a trophy” mentality. I’m sorry. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t be appreciated for what our bodies go through. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have a husband/boyfriend/significant other that absolutely adores the ground you walk on and would do anything for you. You should. It is an absolute miracle that the exact right chain of events takes place in order for procreation to happen. However, this is the exact chain of events your body was made for. I don’t understand the mentality of expecting a prize for that.

You get your child. Hopefully healthy, with ten fingers and ten toes, and enough hair to justify the 8 containers of antacids you’ve gone through in the past 9 months. You get that little miracle who is his/her own unique compilation of you and your significant other. Isn’t that enough?

On top of the sheer greed of the gift itself, babies are expensive. Diapers and formula, clothes and breast pumps… This stuff adds up. Do I really want my husband spending $1000 on a rocker instead of stocking up on diapers and formula? Hell no! Stock up! Let’s be prepared and ride out the next few months not worrying about being on the last pack of diapers or not having enough Dreft in the laundry room. I’ll take my Boy Scout over the gift-giving husband any day.

Honestly, at this point in my pregnancy, I think I owe my husband a gift for putting up with me. That poor man had no idea what he was getting himself into. To be honest, neither did I. I was no where near this emotional when I was pregnant with my peanut. Not even close. T has dealt with my emotional breakdowns once a week for the past few months. He’s been understanding on the days that I just want to sleep all day long and do nothing. He’s taken over cooking responsibilities when I just couldn’t be bothered to do it. Not to say that he didn’t cook before or that “as the man of the house he’s above these things” because he’s not. One of the many reasons that I married him is because he is 100% my partner in life. We share chores around the house. There really aren’t any specifically T jobs and C jobs. If something needs to be done and either one of us notices it, we do it. Except the cat litter. I’ve gotta admit I’m okay with that being his job for the past 7 1/2 months. It will be a sad day when I’m expected to take that on again.

In short, I honestly feel like the baby is enough of a gift. You now have a family. Or, if this isn’t your first child, your family is that much closer to being complete. How does a piece of jewelry compare to that? How can you expect some random material object to overshadow that? And to the ladies out there that do expect these gifts and their husbands that are more than willing to buy them, good for you. It’s just not my cup of tea. I’m looking forward to seeing my husband hold our baby for the first time, to see the sparkle in my daughter’s eyes as she meets her new brother or sister. I sincerely hope someone is there to capture our first few moments as a complete family. There isn’t anything in the world you could give me that’s better than that.

Author: Candice

I am a wife, mom of 1 1/2 (it'll officially be 2 in May), part time waitress, avid reader, and an unpaid comedian, chauffeur, cook, maid, therapist, and cuddler. I love my family more than anything and as scared as I am to start over on this whole mom gig, I'm so excited to do it again.

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