Monthly Archives: September 2009

Post-Post-Post-Post-Post Partum Post

Am I just a wimp or something?

Because I don’t feel all better yet.  14 months later, I still feel all discombobulated.  Granted, things don’t usually go out of line in my body.  Maybe I’m just not used to change.  But ever since that over-9-pound baby came out, I’ve been feeling oogy in my lower parts.

The new thing is, I have to pee all the time.  I may as well be pregnant. I had to pee right after I peed just now.  I’m no doctor, but my take on this is that things are no longer where they are supposed to be down there.  Perhaps the baby moved one of my organs.  Maybe he was clutching on to my spleen on his way out or something. And now that organ is bumping into or pressing down on my bladder from time to time.  Something is.  And it ain’t no baby.

The other thing is —  sorry,  if you know me you may want to stop reading now,  this is an over share — I still feel like my insides are falling out.  I know I don’t do enough pelvic floor exercises.  But does it have to feel like it is falling out?  It all makes me never ever want to give birth again.  Which is good, I guess, since it is not something that appears to be in the cards for me anyway.

Anywho, don’t believe those lying liars who say they felt better in a week.  I call that denial.  Or perhaps nerve damage.  Or perhaps they just aren’t as wimpy  or… in touch with their bodies, yeah… as I am.

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My Writing Notebook

Some other teachers and I were sitting around eating humus and crackers and cutting little people shapes out of oaktag, when we started talking about how bogus we are.  See, we have the children keep writers’ notebooks.  But my colleagues and I were talking about how our school writing notebooks are all fake.  Some of my co-workers don’t really live writerly lives.  They don’t write for the sake of writing.  They don’t keep their notebooks with them at all times and jot down their thoughts when they get an idea for writing.  I’m a writer.  So I have kept notebooks.  But it is never the one I bring into school.  The things I really write about are not exactly what I’d like my third graders to stumble across should they take a gander at the inside of Ms. M’s notebook.  I’ve kept plenty of notebooks and still have them all, save the one I lost while traveling in college.

But I realized that the way I really write is here.  My blog is my notebook.  Not really really, because I don’t jot ideas here. Some of my posts are fairly well-thought out.  Others are not.  But this is where I write.

If I’m going to call myself a writer in any capacity, however, I should write on paper.  Call me old fashioned.  So when my third graders noticed that I didn’t take my notebook home (they are far more savvy than those second graders! Blast.) I decided I needed to get more honest.  I’m asking them to try to write at least one page in their notebook each night.  One good page.  Not like, “I went to the park.  It was very very very very very very very very very fun fun fun fun fun.”  If I expect them to do that, it should be the least I can do.  So I’m going to start writing in my notebook every night.  At least one good page.  No “very very verys.”

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Am I a Weaner?

More of me is thinking I should start weaning Trucker than the part that is thinking, “Oh what the heck, it doesn’t bother anybody. Let’s do it until it becomes an entertaining, fascinating, but admittedly (trying-hard-not-to-judge-because-I -don’t-actually-care) freaky video on youtube.”

I only really feed him twice a day now.  Once when he wakes up, I usually take him into bed and nurse side-lying, so I can lay down for fifteen more minutes.  Unlike other babies, though, this does not induce more sleep on the part of the Truck.  He just tries to stand up and knock things down and wake up his other mom and teeter off the side of the bed as soon as he’s done.  The second feed is after I pick him up from daycare.

So my loose “plan” was to distract him after daycare and give him a bottle and hope he doesn’t notice that the second feed is dropped.

Have I mentioned that Trucker never picked up the baby signs?  Cakie was pretty good at them.  But Trucker, God love him, doesn’t look at me very often.  So I was kind of signing to the wall while Trucker watched Cake, or the cat, or a spot on the wall.  But now he is inventing his own signs.  His sign for nursing?  He slaps me in the chest.  Manners!  So, I’m not so fond of that. Also, he is now insisting that he be able to put his fingers in my mouth while he nurses.  I can’t get him to stop.  Then, if I forget and make him laugh (which I do a lot because he is so very cute when he laughs) he bites me.  All of the above are reasons why we won’t be nursing at age 8.  But lately, he has been demanding the second feed (slap, slap, slap.)  It leads me to wonder when it will end. And when I think about it actually ending, it makes me sad.  But when he bites me… well, that also makes me sad.  In a sharp, painful way.

This morning during the feed, he became frustrated.  I was letting him nurse, but – slap, slap, slap – it wasn’t enough for him.  And it struck me that perhaps it will be neither my choice nor Trucker’s when we stop.  I just might run out.

And that bites.

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It’s As Easy As…

Let me tell you about something magical.  Almost magical.

It is called a balance bike.  Cake’s Auntie Nethermeade bought him this magical item, I think maybe for Christmas or his third birthday.  It is basically a bike without pedals.

Here’s the magic part — no training wheels!!! Ever.

After Cakie mastered the art of balance on his balance bike, I borrowed a 12 inch Strawberry Shortcake bike without training wheels from a neighbor.  In one morning, he figured out how to ride the little bike without training wheels.  He had no idea how amazing this was, because he didn’t spend what felt like a year on training wheels, then have a huge amount of fear about taking them off.

He has ridden bikes four times since then.  The next time, he was on a play date. This play date was a drop-off with my amazing blogger friend, Kris, who took both boys in addition to her two boys for a whole morning so I could go set up my classroom.  Go read her blog.  He rode a 16 inch bike, so we knew he could handle the 16 inch wheels.  Kris said he didn’t fall down.  But he did crash into a fence once or twice.  The next time, he rode with a friend in the park.  This time he learned how to use the breaks, not just his feet, to stop.  He wasn’t really interested in using the breaks until his friend showed him how to peel out.  Go figure.  The next time, we went as a family to Governor’s Island for a picnic.  The picnic area was very far away from the ferry.  We decided to risk it and take his bike.  I rented one and we rode to the tip of the island.  This is when I realized that he did not know how to pedal in a straight line.  He was zigging and zagging back and forth for the first five minutes of the ride.  With lots of practice, that day he learned how to more finely control his bike and to share the road.  He also learned that he is not actually a man of steel when he wiped out, thankfully, right at the end of the day.  He has a nice big scrape on his elbow and a healthy dose of fear.  He just needed enough to stop him from being foolhardy on the bike.  I think he got it.  And a race car Band-Aid, so all is well.

Today — yes it is Labor Day, the official end of the school-year summer, yes — we bought him his own bike.  The guy at the store said we should get him a 20″ (like Pearl!) since he’s so tall, which makes me happy.  I know we’ll get our money’s worth.  And we spent more than I was planning, but saved a lot on the repairs we got for our other bikes, so it all evens out. Plus he’ll use this one for at least one more year than he’d use a 16 inch bike.

Now I won’t shut up about the miracle of the balance bike.

Also, the miracle that is my baby boy riding a bike by himself without training wheels.

My baby boy peeling out.  RRRRrrrrrrtt!

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And The Lamest-A$$ Blogger Award Goes To…

Ok, I used to post every day.

But stick with me.  All two of you.

I’ve had some family stuff that has kept me from my blogging duties.  Now school is going to start.

I promise to be back. Soon.  I have some posts brewing.  I swear.

You, and the other one… both of you, please stay tuned.

BTW — I can’t wait to hear all about the birth of Egghead.  Woo hoo for broken water.

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