Misc.
Blog went quiet for a week, not because I was glued to the Olympics (though I was) but because we headed out of town to see my parents for 5 days. Mild trauma getting there, which I'll write about later. But overall it was good and nice to see my kid and my parents bonding. We've been back since Tuesday and Bat Girl keeps saying, "See Hammi!" (Hammi=how she says halmoni, which is Korean for grandmother.)
While we were there, we took BG to the zoo (crowded, hellish) and to the local pool, where they have a wading pool for toddlers. BG looooooved the pool, loved wading around and splashing. Then she saw some bigger kids swimming (or rather, paddling around by walking on their hands in the 12 inches of water) and all of a sudden she wanted to swim, too. I tried holding her up so she could kick and paddle, but she shoved my hands away and insisted that she wanted to "Swim by self! SWIM BY SELF!" Which entailed flinging herself facefirst into the water, choking, and screaming in fear and frustration. Again and again. And then melting down because she wanted so badly to swim but couldn't. (Plus she hadn't had a nap that day, so...tantrum not pretty.) We ended up bodily dragging her out of there as she shrieked "BACK IN POOL!" I'm thinking we need to get this kid swimming lessons.
It's interesting what she remembers from the trip. She can reel off a litany of the animals we saw at the zoo ("Monkey! Lion! Giraffe!") and in one case what the animal was doing ("Gorilla! Too big! Sittin'! Eatin! Gorilla hungry!"). The day after we went to the pool, she said "Swimmin'! In pool. Kick!" Then the next day, she added, "Swimmin'! In pool. Cryin'!" Yes, baby, you sure did cry. But she says it with a smile on her face, so I guess it's okay.
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We are going out to dinner tomorrow with some couple friends of ours, who are going to surprise us with the news that they are expecting. The husband let it slip to my husband, but swore him to secrecy. My husband wisely gave me the heads-up. They planned it perfectly to coincide with her finishing grad school. She intends to have a home birth and is ridiculously healthy so probably will.
You know, I generally say to myself that I don't begrudge other people their easy conceptions, easy pregnancies, easy births. But you know what? I kind of do. It's just a twinge, not a burning bitter pit of despair like it once was. But there's still a twinge. I get it when I see enormously pregnant women out and about, shopping or jogging or out to dinner, and I got it when my husband told me about our friend. So I'm glad I had some advance notice, so I have some time to wrestle with that twinge of resentment in private--and then express genuine enthusiasm and congratulations in person tomorrow.
While we were there, we took BG to the zoo (crowded, hellish) and to the local pool, where they have a wading pool for toddlers. BG looooooved the pool, loved wading around and splashing. Then she saw some bigger kids swimming (or rather, paddling around by walking on their hands in the 12 inches of water) and all of a sudden she wanted to swim, too. I tried holding her up so she could kick and paddle, but she shoved my hands away and insisted that she wanted to "Swim by self! SWIM BY SELF!" Which entailed flinging herself facefirst into the water, choking, and screaming in fear and frustration. Again and again. And then melting down because she wanted so badly to swim but couldn't. (Plus she hadn't had a nap that day, so...tantrum not pretty.) We ended up bodily dragging her out of there as she shrieked "BACK IN POOL!" I'm thinking we need to get this kid swimming lessons.
It's interesting what she remembers from the trip. She can reel off a litany of the animals we saw at the zoo ("Monkey! Lion! Giraffe!") and in one case what the animal was doing ("Gorilla! Too big! Sittin'! Eatin! Gorilla hungry!"). The day after we went to the pool, she said "Swimmin'! In pool. Kick!" Then the next day, she added, "Swimmin'! In pool. Cryin'!" Yes, baby, you sure did cry. But she says it with a smile on her face, so I guess it's okay.
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We are going out to dinner tomorrow with some couple friends of ours, who are going to surprise us with the news that they are expecting. The husband let it slip to my husband, but swore him to secrecy. My husband wisely gave me the heads-up. They planned it perfectly to coincide with her finishing grad school. She intends to have a home birth and is ridiculously healthy so probably will.
You know, I generally say to myself that I don't begrudge other people their easy conceptions, easy pregnancies, easy births. But you know what? I kind of do. It's just a twinge, not a burning bitter pit of despair like it once was. But there's still a twinge. I get it when I see enormously pregnant women out and about, shopping or jogging or out to dinner, and I got it when my husband told me about our friend. So I'm glad I had some advance notice, so I have some time to wrestle with that twinge of resentment in private--and then express genuine enthusiasm and congratulations in person tomorrow.
Labels: Bat Girl, infertility
posted by electriclady at 12:07 PM
8 Comments:
Bat Girl and Alex were cut from the same cloth, weren't they?
Man, that kid's got words!
As for the twinges, I feel that way too, as you know. Just tonight I got some ultrasound photos from a friend who is pregnant with her second. I'm pleased that she got pregnant within six months of trying, but admittedly a little part of me is a bit sad.
Twinge, yeah. And, well, for me, bemusement.
It's nice when they love something. :) My kid can almost swim by herself if she has both a vest and those arm floaties on. Obviously I still stay right by her but she totally thinks she is swimming by herself.
It sounds like you had a nice visit.
I know about the twinge..I guess it just never goes away does it?
It's so frustrating for them when they want to do things that they just can't do yet. And frustrating for us having to deal with the ensuing tantrums and melt downs. Sigh...
My twinge tends to be more about my inability to conceive so easily. I don't wish fertility issues on anyone, but when I hear how easily others do... I just feel this twinge of Why Not Us?
BG seems VERY inteligent! My Sam is a few weeks older than BG and she seems to know a lot more words and is far more out going than he-- though girls are more advanced by nature ;)
I'm glad you guys had a great trip, and a safe return home. I hope the dinner with friends went okay. I get what you mean about the twinge of what you're feeling towards the easy conception, easy pregnancy, easy birth. My friend is due almost any day now and she has been the same way. She's planning her home birth and has had no issues in any department. I find it hard sometimes to listen when she said she had a "rough pregnancy day" because her husband wants to change one song (out of like 10) that she wants to play during her home birth. Ahh - if only that was constituted a "rough pregnancy day" - don't you think?
It's so weird when kids lose their memories for those early years. At our house, it happened at around three, three-and-a-half. One month they could tell elaborate stories about the photos in their albums, and the next month, it was all gone.
I guess their brains needed that space for other stuff?
I still get the twinge, too. Now that I now we're done, I'm going through a whole new stage of being pissed off at what IF took from me, like having a baby at more than one time. Idiotic, since I got three babies, but there you go. I'm so sad and angry that I never got to go through your stage (18-36 months) more than once.....
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