Archive for May, 2013
He’s finally here!! Things are a whirlwind right now, so I will write more about his amazing birth when things calm down. Baby John was born over the weekend at 8lbs 4.5 oz and 22 inches long; a bundle of pure amazing awesomeness! His birth was perfect and incredible! I can’t wait to write about it. In the meantime, here’s some pictures to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I am SO ready to meet this baby! I know babies come when they’re good & ready, but the wait is so hard, especially once your estimated due date comes & goes. This pregnancy has flown by for me. In fact, all the way up til about my 36th week or so, I could never remember how far along I was! But now? Now I have it down pat. And it’s going by so slowly.
I’ve gotten to the point that I’m just simply too pregnant to do anything. It hurts to walk or even just move. I feel like I need a crane just to help me roll over at night! Every time I want to roll over, I have to wake up and hoist my belly over IN INCREMENTS. Four, to be exact. That’s right, I have to literally roll over in four carefully executed increments in order to roll from my left side to my right.
I made it this far with working out at the gym, but now that ship has sailed. I know my limits, and my gym days are done until a few weeks after I have this baby. I did great lasting so long with working out, and I’m proud of myself for it! But now it’s time to get as much rest as I can before this marathon called labor starts. And my body is definitely preparing. You know all the stories you’ve heard about women getting a rush of energy right before they go into labor? Not me. NOPE. In fact, the last time I remember feeling so exhausted, so utterly wiped out, was when I had the flu. This is just my body’s way of conserving all my energy for The Big Day, whenever that may be. The elusive day. The day that seems like it will never come.
And cue the collective sigh.
Well, in the grand scheme of things, a week or two “late” is really no big deal. It’s an *estimated* due date, not an expiration date. There is no eject button. Things will take their course when they’re good and ready. And for goodness sake, PREGNANT WOMEN DO NOT POP. Never in the history of mankind has a baby exploded or popped out of a pregnant uterus when it was time to be born. So if you’re one of the assholes who says “ohmygah you’re about to POP!” I highly recommend you take the opportunity to shut up or you risk those being your final words.
And oh. When a pregnant lady’s due date has come and gone, just leave her alone to finish gestating in peace. It’s not the end of the world. Unicorns everywhere will not start crying. Twinkle lights all over the world will continue to twinkle merrily. No need to call her a bazillion times asking if she’s ok, and for the love of all things that sparkle, do not, I repeat do NOT, ask her if she’s had that baby yet. Because it’s not like we gave birth, decided we weren’t ready, and then had our doctor or midwife shove them back in.
What is it with people and their obsession with due dates? It’s like once a woman goes past her ESTIMATED due date, people think ENTIRE GALAXIES WILL START IMPLODING.
Yeah it’s really weird. When I mention I’m “past” my due date, people panic a little. “When will you be induced?” “How far will they let you go?” “Is that really safe?” Blah blah blah. What’s up with rushing babies? First off, I have the right to refuse an induction or any medical intervention for that matter. Second, nobody “lets” or “doesn’t let” me do anything. I am not a little lamb who takes orders. Last, it’s a helluva lot safer than artificial induction with Pitocin or Cytotec.
I’m thinking I’m going to start just saying I could still have two more weeks. It would save me from drama. Drama is for llamas, you know.
This is the lunch Nathan “cooked” me today in his play kitchen. It’s a stew consisting of a muffin, a waffle, a hotdog, and an orange slice. He also served me a plate of french fries, a red pepper, and I believe that’s a red chili, complete with a cup of milk. Well at least the milk will mitigate the heartburn! This will be quite an interesting meal for sure! I love that boy.
Potty training Nathan has been a long, bumpy road. I first started potty training Nathan when he was 2 1/2, but even then I knew he wasn’t really ready yet. It was a long, slow process, and we had to take everything in baby steps. First, I had to coax Nathan to sit on the potty fully clothed. (He would usually freak out.) Once he became comfortable, we spent a few weeks sitting on the potty with his pants off but his diaper still on. After that, we finally progressed to sitting on the potty bare-bottomed. But it took a long, long time before he first peed in it. And poop? Wow, his first poop on the potty wasn’t until around December or so of ’12, shortly before he turned four.
The reason I remember is because he had a stomach bug that day, and I was on the phone with my brother while Nathan was peeing in the potty. Suddenly, Nathan jumped up and exclaimed he had a “tiny, tiny poop.” I checked and sure enough, there was a very small amount in the potty. Excited, I told my brother that was Nathan’s first bowel movement, and I coaxed Nathan into sitting there to see if there would be more success. There was! I was ecstatic!
So anyway, backing up to before his first poop in the potty, whenever there was a potty success, I’d jump up & down, clap, dance, and just make a huge deal out of it. Nathan loved the attention of it all, but he was still never really motivated enough to go on his own. Around age 3 1/2 or so, he finally started to go pee in the potty more often than not. But not pooping. Nope, not that elusive poop. I tried everything I could think of; bribing with candy (one piece for pee, three or more for poops), tv shows, and even a Poop Prize Box full of special prizes for poops. I tried going cold-turkey on the diapers and putting him in big boy underpants since other parents swore by this method. EPIC FAIL. I tried for a couple weeks, but it was a total flop. Then I tried keeping him in underwear but putting a plastic diaper cover over them, but that was a disaster as well. Nothing seemed to work. And it was *incredibly* frustrating.
I found myself wondering if he was the exception and would be in diapers forever.
And all these parenting experts that warn against getting frustrated when your child doesn’t go on the potty have probably not been trying to potty train for a YEAR AND A HALF. It was incredibly hard to keep calm because I knew that Nathan knew where his poop should go. And changing a four-year-old’s diaper is hardcore gross, let me tell you. I’d been changing his diaper for four long, tedious years, and now that I was pregnant, I was done.
One day, shortly after his 4th birthday, Nathan had pooped in his pull-up yet again, and I had enough. For the hundredth time, I told him this was beyond ridiculous; he was four years old now and perfectly capable of putting his poop in the potty. I said other kids his age put their poops in the potty, and he needed to as well or he’d run the risk of being made fun of. I don’t know what was so different about this time versus all the other times I’d told him the same thing, but it was like a light switched flipped in his brain.
After that, he all-of-a-sudden started peeing AND pooping in the potty. Consistantly. After a few successful potty trips, I started putting him in underwear during the day. He had two accidents and peed on himself the first week, but those are the only accidents he’s had. He very quickly transitioned from the training potty to using a seat on the big potty, and from there he transitioned to peeing while standing up. Without peeing all over the place! He’s not even had an accident at night. We kept him in pull ups for a few weeks, but went ahead and made the switch to underwear with no problems at all. There was evwn one time a couple weeks ago where he stumbled out of bed at 2am to go pee. I was shocked.
It’s the craziest thing. Literally, it was like a light switch flipped in his brain. He decided he was done with pull-ups and that was that. He hasn’t looked back since, and we couldn’t be any more thankful. Potty training for us was a long, hard road. Now? Every morning, the first thing he does is pee in the potty. And I will only sometimes have to remind him during the day to go potty only because he occasionally gets so engrossed with playing that he’ll forget to go.
Hopefully the new baby will be a little less stubborn than his big brother, and potty training will go more smoothly the second time around. And to any parent out there struggling with potty training- it will happen eventually. Not on your clock, though, but on theirs. When they’re ready. I don’t really think there’s a way to speed the process along. And believe me, I know how frustrating it can be. Just give it time.