Tuesday, February 27, 2007

An "UGH! Little boys!" story, or How to Derail Potty Training and All Bodily Functions for that Matter...

Cover your eyes if you've only got a girl...

Kai is potty training, but has recently gone through this phase where he got constipated once so now he's decided that it's associated with the potty.
  • Poo poo is stuck in tushy.
  • Tushy hurts.
  • Poo poo goes in the potty.
  • Poo poo won't come out.
  • Going poo poo meant a boo boo tushy so hold it in so it won't hurt coming out
  • and, oh yeah...
2 year old logic just as we were at that golden gate of poty training diaper freedom! Noooo!!! Sigh. Now he is refusing to go on the potty, and is holding in his poop for days which is perpetuating the whole constipation issue.

Anyway, he finally pooped this week. This unplugged the cork and led to 2 days of elimination after 3 or 4 days of holding it in. FINALLY I had him diaper free again for a day where he wasn't screaming that he HAD to have his nappy to poop.

OK. So I spend all day with him Sunday, nappy free to air out his bottom, and get him to go on the potty if he has to go since he won't do it on the floor (trying to rebuild positive connections with the potty again).

OK... So...

At one point during the day he was sitting in my lap and, since he's a boy, his hand reaches down to grab his penis simply because that's what it's there for, only it had retracted in to his scrotum all the way.

OMG! He sat there in my lap freaking out because his wee wee was gone. "Mama! Where's my wee wee?! It's gone! It's gone!" grabbing at it trying to pull it out. All it took was standing him upright for everything to fall back in to place where it should be but egad! As if we weren't having enough bodily function difficulties already, now his wee wee, his most prized possession, has up and disappeared on him.

I'll be lucky if he ever goes to the bathroom again.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Post "I Love You" Impact 2-13-2007

And what happened then...?
Well...in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch's small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys!
And the food for the feast!
And he...
The Grinch carved the roast beast!

So once the Grinch's heart grew and grew and grew it became large enough to love more than one...

I don't know what happened in that moment when Kai told me he loved me but I felt a love so big it wrapped round the concept of family. I've been on the fence for so long about having more than one child. For 20 years I believed that I couldn't have more than one because, like my mother, I'd play favorites, and even possibly reject one for the others as she did.

In that moment. That one moment where Kai showed me how to love, I knew my love for all my children would just be bigger, that's all. I'd heard moms say it. Your love gets bigger to make room for more, but I'd never understood. Now I do.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

I Love You Mama! 2-10-2007

I love you. 3 words I'd wondered about for a while since I gave birth. I've looked at my toddler of late wondering how the human emotion of love could be initially conceptualized. Wondered how that first statement of love would come about, what the circumstances would be, would he understand, what would it mean. I tell Kai I love him endlessly, especially at night when we're both curled up in his bed just before he falls asleep. "You're such a good boy. I love you more than anything in this world Kai."

Yesterday my musings came to fruition, although not necessarily as I fantasized. Then again, none of Kai's firsts have been as I've fantasized have they? My natural water birth was an emergency C-section, a breach baby, with me hopped up on morphine for 4 days. The dog got the first smile, laugh, word. The babysitter the first steps. Still, each and every moment was better than I dreamed, just with a somewhat comical twist. Yesterday was no different.

It's been cold here in NY. Very cold in the single digits for weeks now so the heat has been on non-stop making the apartment very dry. Because dehydration causes mastitis, joint flare ups, and general ugliness for me, I've been downing glasses of water before bed time to try to remain hydrated. Needless to say, yesterday morning when Kai woke up at 5:00 am and climbed in to bed with me, I was ready to burst. Still, I was in that "I really don't want to get up" desperate to get another half hour place, so I nursed him half awake as my bladder began to scream, "Help me!" It wasn't until about 7:00 that I gave in, as Kai, bored to tears and ready to start his day, began to climb all over me making the dire situation much, much worse.

I climbed out of bed, bent over. I was beyond doing any pee pee dance to save me. I walked knocked kneed to the bathroom with Kai in tow. As he is now potty training, Mama going potty is always a cause for observation and celebration with the finale being, "Mama did a big poop? I wanna flush it!"

As I eased my way on to the seat, the flood came out. It was relief. It was bliss. It was one for the records. My face turned red. My eyes began to water. Tears of relief poured down my face and my beautiful, inquisitive child said, "Mama sad?" "No baby." I said. "But Mama crying." Kai said quizzically. So I explained, as we all try to do in these very real life situations that the child rearing books don't ever explore. "Sometimes when you do a big tee-tee there's so much water in you that some comes out your wee-wee, and some comes out your eyes." I said with no better explanation to offer my 2 year old that he could possibly understand. "Not crying?" he asked. "No baby." I said. "Mama's fine. Here, touch my face." I offered him the opportunity to feel my tears and see me smile, then we went on with our morning after he ceremoniously flushed the potty diligently, watched and waved as it all went bye-bye.

About half an hour later, after I'd made my tea and gotten Kai his breakfast, I was at my desk checking e-mail. Kai came in and attached himself to my leg. As he is 2 years old and typically attached to any random body part at any given time of the day I didn't pay much attention until he quite indignantly said, "Mama! I hugged you!" I stopped typing immediately realizing the faux-pas on my part, and bent down to hug him back saying, "You did!" To which he replied, "Yeah. I love you Mama", then sheepishly scooted to the doorway.

I was stunned. Not sure of what I'd heard I asked him, "Did you just tell me you loved me?" "Yeah" was the bashful reply, then, "Mama not sad any more? Kai loves Mama. No more crying."

I almost fell over. I felt in that moment what the Grinch must have felt when his heart grew, and grew, and grew, until it was 10 times it's size. Pain and bliss of a heart expanding beyond the bounds of the body holding it. Not only had he said it, he understood it's meaning and had used it in an act of compassion to try to heal me. I still don't know how a 2 year old could grasp all of that encapsulated in such a simple form. I just know. My son loves me, and for once, I got a first.

Today he told the dog he loved her, but he told me first.