40.0 {Practicing Patience}

Today is BB2’s due date. April 16th, 2012. I was so convinced I was going to give birth early this time that I am a little surprised to be extremely pregnant today.

The sun is shining and it’s in the 70s, in April, in Maine. Wheeee!! Since I’m not actively giving birth or holed up with a newborn, Liam and I were able to spend a couple of hours of our morning at the beach with our buddies. Liam is 1/3 of a 3 Musketeers group of boys, Wyee, Nona, and Mamoe. That translates from toddler talk into Wyatt, Noah and Liam. {shrugs} You have to ask Wyee about the Mamoe part, I have no idea where that came from.

So, on any given day it is fairly difficult to get out of the house with a toddler. 40 weeks pregnant, amplify that by about a million. Plus, I’m not unconvinced that Liam’s behavior this morning is directly related to me giving birth at any moment. He woke up at 4:45 a.m. Like wide awake. “Mama! Mama!” Husband tried to get him back to sleep and that didn’t work. That ALWAYS works. So, I went in and rocked a wide awake kiddo until 5:30 when I finally gave up and brought him to bed and let him play with the iPad and crawl all over us for an hour or so.

Then, shockingly, he was cranky all morning.

Mama: Do you want toasties for breakfast?

Liam: Noooooo!!!! NOOOOOO TOASTIES!!!

Mama: Ok. No toasties…

Liam: {interrupting} TOASTIES!! {points wildly at toaster and jumps up and down} Me! Me! Me! TOASTIES!!!

This pretty much went on with any verbal interaction. You want to come upstairs with Mama? No. Ok. Meltdown ensues at the bottom of the stairs as soon as I reach the top. Ok, you know how to walk up the stairs, Liam, come on up! No! Me! Me! Liam! Up! Which translates to, You need to get your pregnant ass down the stairs and pick me up and carry me all the way back up to where you are now, Lady.

Oh, AND, he had two disgusting poops. Like something-is-wrong-with-this-kid-what-did-he-EAT??? kind of poops. Back to back. In his cloth diapers.

I wasn’t sure if he was feeling some birth energy and reacting to it, or if he was trying to send me into labor. I’ve been repeating my new mommy mantra a lot though, Practice Patience. A wonderful mom I know through my Mothering Sons class at Birth Roots explained that she asks her 4 year old son to practice patience when he gets frustrated, yet she will often tell him that she is “losing her patience” when she gets frustrated. She realized it’s not fair to ask him to practice patience and she gets to lose hers. So now she tries to remind herself to practice patience as well.

We finally got out the door for our beach adventure. I swung into Starbucks on the way and Liam couldn’t help but ease my mood by cheering, “Mommy, cotchie (coffee), YAHOOO!” Right on, Kid, right on.

That joyous cheer must have been the energy turn-around that I needed because the rest of our morning was fun and fairly fancy-free. We were headed to a small beach with extremely limited parking. We got one of the last three spots! Liam had a blast with his buddies, I got to socialize with my friends, I didn’t go into labor on the beach, and Liam was able to transition back into the car with no difficulty when we were done. AND, he fell asleep on the way home and I was still able to transfer him from the car into his crib, where he is napping now. Leaving me the ability to shower and blog for a few minutes! Perhaps this practicing patience stuff has something to it.

Beach day with Liam

Liam saying hello to Nona & Nona's Mommy

Birthday Boy, Wyee & Wyee's Mommy



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