This morning we started potty training *B*. For weeks now he's been showing signs that it was time, but I wanted to be completely sure. When he would pee in his diaper he would tell us he was "peed" and the same for "pooped" and bring us a diaper or wipes. Also, he was to the point of stripping his lower half of clothing off himself if you made him wait for even a minute after he made you aware of his diaper issue. So, at a few days shy of 21mths old potty training has began. Of course every family has their own technique and I don't want to come off as a potty training Nazi mother, but so far so good at almost 4pm. I've researched some different techniques and since his love of being nude rules we decided to go with the 3 day technique which is working nicely. He loves to be half nakey. LOL. I've added somethings to it to make it more fun for him even though they suggested not doing it...but it's working for us and adds that extra incentive he needs to still keep it fun. Last night I made this cute little sticker potty chart:
And I filled up this jar with "num-nums" for doing it correctly. One piece for pee in the potty, and two pieces for poo in the potty.
We also put this potty chair in the bathroom to begin with but it was such a run for it this morning that the first accident went the entire length of the trailor. *Sigh* So, we've moved it to the family room for quicker access for now and plan to buy another chair for the bathroom tonite or tomorrow.
Right now the current status is 2 pees and 2 poops in the potty and 1 accident. Woo-hoo!!! He's soooo excited about this. I'm so proud of him, yet a little sad b/c as this is accomplished another part of the baby phase in my baby fades away. I'll keep you posted on how he does. Oh and I'll definitely have to capture the "Happy Feet" dance he does just like the movie after each correct potty. It's too cute.
For my records the hag arrived late Sunday nite/early Monday morning after being absent for 2months on her own which is a huge accomplishment for my body.
Infertility....it's like some cruel awful trick that was thrust upon my body stumping myself, my Dr.'s, and everyone I talk about it with. Not to mention the I once read this poem that it was like a roller-coaster ride that you never know when it will end. How I agree. So, "LET ME OFF ALREADY!!!" I'm ready to be done with all the crap that my th*yroid, P*COS, and any other body part messing up my reproductive system is causing me. My body is doing weird things again, but that's not something unusual to me or the many Dr's that put up with it's drama. AF has been absent since mid-January when last induced. I've been having right sided pain. So, I've been to Dr. after Dr. trying to get what was believed to be kidney problems intact only to find out it's a problem to deal with my reproductive system. Oh the joy...not! After seeing three Dr's they've all come to the conclusion that it's ovarian related my pain. The one Dr. even saw a mass on one of the many u/s I've had in that area. So, just when we were ready to jump back into treatments head first *H* landed on our doorstep. Now the courts made their decision and we're ready to get back to life in baby-making and now this. I'm so not a fan, have I mentioned that?!?! Any way, the course of treatment being sought is probably another laparoscopy in my immediate future. My OB/GYN recommended BCPs but I don't want to go that route. So, slice and dice me it is I guess.I just want to get down to baby-making again....medicated or unmedicated we're ready for #2. We've been trying it au natural for awhile now, so I'm ready for that leap of faith in fertility aide. I just pray this time something will happen without heartache. I'll keep you all posted on what lies ahead. I have another appt. end of the month. Woo-hoo (hence the sarcasm.)!
I feel like I'm in a rut in life. I have ambitions and things I forsee to my future, but right now as I type I'm in a rut. For once things seem meaningless in life and I'm just drudging along kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was so crazy busy with two kids, only having one now seems mundane. I mean I love *B* with all my heart and each day is something new....but exciting...not so much. Things are repetitive. I like being in a groove, b/c I know what to expect next, but at the same time I long for something thrilling and I lack excitement and flare. Back when I was a teenager times like these would surely wind me up grounded. As an adult these same times have gotten me into chaos as well. It's like I need a focal point to fix my attention on so that I don't run a muck. Maybe it's cabin fever...I mean getting a taste of spring/summer this past week now back to the frigid cold is killer for one's spirits, but I don't think that's it. I need adventure. I crave it and I thrive on it. I need a spark to ignite my fire. I'm truely a passionate compelling person, but right now I feel dull and mono-tone. It's sad when one's greatest accomplishments and biggest screw-ups in life are complied into one list and most times are one and the same; and yet I find myself in a rut trying to add to that list.So, maybe something will change. Maybe I'll get to add a new chapter to my story of life. Who knows, but for now I'm going to try not to search for something that will throw off my balancing act in life. Try to be happy with what is going on and enjoy every monent of it, b/c whoe knows if I'll get to do it again?
everything changes. I went from mothering two precious little boys back to mothering just one yesterday. My heart aches. I'm so very sad to the point of being almost numb. DH hasn't said much about the situation. I know he's sad I can sense it, but at the same time to me he acts almost relieved. *B* is weathering well too. Before when we would keep *H* for a few days and they would take him back he would search the house and call out for "Baby." Last night and this morning there has been none of that. It's like he knows. For being 20months old, he's so smart and mature. I've been crying alot, and he'll wipe away my tears pat my shoulder and say "Mom-MEEEE be O-tay." Oh how I wish and could know that that were true.Oh and ALL of our fish died over the weekend too. Not just the babies or just an adult or two, but ALL of them. Break my heart again, b/c *B* cried over that one. "Mom-MEEEE I non't-know eer's my shish?" (Mommy I don't know where's my fish?)
Today started out way to early for my liking. At 4:30am *B* woke up crying Mommy. I run to his room to find his bed soaked. Since his diaper was dry my only logical explanation on this one is sweat. So, I striped him and his bed down, washed him off, and remade his bed. Only now he doesn't want to be in there....GREAT! So, to our bed he comes. Once there you would think he would sleep peacefully. Not so much. He tosses and turns, pops his head up and says "Baby", and if you try to pick him up to move him he's WIDE AWAKE. So, I just let him go on about his ritual while I lay there not sleeping.
6am rolls around and *H* is up for a feeding. Usually he goes back down until around 9am-ish, but of course today would not be the day he wants to do this. So, I'm up, but exhausted. Well 9am rolls around and *B* is still sleeping. How can this be? I go to our room to check on him and he's contently curled up beside DH with his head on his chest. *H* is down for a nap, so maybe I'll catch a few ZZZZ's. Wrong.
I just get laid down on the couch and *H* throws up EVERYWHERE! Argh. I jump up quick, and a stabbing pain in my lower right back brings me to my knees. I've felt this pain before. My kidney....oh no I hope it's not stones again. I don't have time to be sick. So, I muster up the strength to get to my feet and get *H* cleaned up, but poor DH who has to work tonite so he sleeps through the day is now up too, to help me. I'm in alot of pain now.
I'm laying on a heating pad, and I called my Dr. but of course he's out of town at a conference for the rest of the week, and his nurse was an unhelpful inconsiderate bitch to put it mildly b/c hello none of his patients are supposed to get sick when he's out of town. And, of course he doesn't have another Dr. covering his practice b/c they are also at said conference. NICE! And, of course if the pain gets worse seeks medical treatment. (She must of thought I was dumb.) Hello stupid nurse on the other end of the line do you not realize that it takes normally on average 6-8hrs at the ER to be seen and treated, I have a DH that needs to sleep to support us, and 2 children that I don't have a sitter for....plus our co-pay is $225 and they may or maynot include any labs that are done, and that doesn't even guarantee that the band aide station hospital will figure out what is wrong with me even though I'm pretty sure it's my kidney.
GREAT! So, like my title says....Just not my day. Oh and *H* is fine now (pretty sure I didn't get out all the gas bubbles), and *B* is being a total hyped up heathen. Go figure.AND (as if there could be anything more) my our 5gal fish tank that is only supposed to have 4 fish an an algae eater now has 12 fish and an algae eater. LOVELY! I'm not sure which one bred, but I was assured I had all male fish. I think not.
