Happy 3rd Birthday to my little boy
Today was such a good day, and as such was a stark contrast to the past two days. But I don't want to go into those days: today was too good.
I went to my monitoring early in the morning and had a good session. I believe the description the nurse gave was "perfect". My Little Miss is perfect: heart rate is great and she's practicing her breathing. I told them what was going on with my other doctor and the nurse offered to ease my mind and check how I was progressing since my OB doesn't see the need at the moment, despite my being 36 1/2 weeks. She said I was about 50% effaced and somewhere between 1-2cm, and the baby's head is very, very engaged in my pelvis. Though I could've told them that one. Every delivery is different, so there's no guarantee when I'll have the baby, but it put me at ease to know where we stood. I'll be making demands on Monday with my OB about another check since her office canceled my 38 week appt. because of their scheduling errors.
Today was Alex's 3rd birthday -- I can't believe he's three already. He was so excited and chatty today: he went to daycare and brought cupcakes, and was excited to tell me about how the kids sang to him and how much fun he had. I made it a point to stop at the party store and buy some Toy Story balloons and make some chocolate cupcakes so we could sing to him when he got home. He was so happy about the balloons and cupcakes that he kept hugging us and telling us he loved us. We saved one present to give him today: a plastic Buzz Lightyear and Emperor Zurg bank. He carried that bank everywhere and I even heard him playing with it in bed tonight. He picked out his own dinner, which was chicken nuggets, french fries, and broccoli; and when we had finished eating we allowed him to take the rest of his supper to the TV tray and watch Toy Story 2.
The only fuss he made was a meltdown when his balloon got caught in the ceiling fan. The balloon was ok, but he was devastated. I had to hold him and calm him down while A got the ladder and untangled it. He went to bed without a fuss, so long as the balloon was at the foot of his bed and the new bank was on his nightstand.
I've always loved doing little things for people, but nothing tops doing something that really gets through to your child: they don't have any qualms about running around and laughing or jumping on you to kiss you when they're happy about something. Seeing his little face light up and then have him run over and kiss me saying, "Thanks, Mom!" was the most precious thing ever. Even though I was in a lot of pain (from early labor progress), I couldn't sit still and had to bring him things, hug him, play puzzles, and just watch that smile light up his face.
I went to my monitoring early in the morning and had a good session. I believe the description the nurse gave was "perfect". My Little Miss is perfect: heart rate is great and she's practicing her breathing. I told them what was going on with my other doctor and the nurse offered to ease my mind and check how I was progressing since my OB doesn't see the need at the moment, despite my being 36 1/2 weeks. She said I was about 50% effaced and somewhere between 1-2cm, and the baby's head is very, very engaged in my pelvis. Though I could've told them that one. Every delivery is different, so there's no guarantee when I'll have the baby, but it put me at ease to know where we stood. I'll be making demands on Monday with my OB about another check since her office canceled my 38 week appt. because of their scheduling errors.
Today was Alex's 3rd birthday -- I can't believe he's three already. He was so excited and chatty today: he went to daycare and brought cupcakes, and was excited to tell me about how the kids sang to him and how much fun he had. I made it a point to stop at the party store and buy some Toy Story balloons and make some chocolate cupcakes so we could sing to him when he got home. He was so happy about the balloons and cupcakes that he kept hugging us and telling us he loved us. We saved one present to give him today: a plastic Buzz Lightyear and Emperor Zurg bank. He carried that bank everywhere and I even heard him playing with it in bed tonight. He picked out his own dinner, which was chicken nuggets, french fries, and broccoli; and when we had finished eating we allowed him to take the rest of his supper to the TV tray and watch Toy Story 2.
The only fuss he made was a meltdown when his balloon got caught in the ceiling fan. The balloon was ok, but he was devastated. I had to hold him and calm him down while A got the ladder and untangled it. He went to bed without a fuss, so long as the balloon was at the foot of his bed and the new bank was on his nightstand.
I've always loved doing little things for people, but nothing tops doing something that really gets through to your child: they don't have any qualms about running around and laughing or jumping on you to kiss you when they're happy about something. Seeing his little face light up and then have him run over and kiss me saying, "Thanks, Mom!" was the most precious thing ever. Even though I was in a lot of pain (from early labor progress), I couldn't sit still and had to bring him things, hug him, play puzzles, and just watch that smile light up his face.