Regression. The act of stepping backwards. Pretending to not be able to do something that you had previously mastered. Example: Bedwetting, peeing on floors, peeing in your clothes even though you have been potty trained for years.
We are experiencing this phenomenon in our house now. Graem has arrived, which means that Brae and Sienna have each forgotten how to use the toilet.
Makes complete sense…. right?
How the arrival of a new baby correlates to a preschooler’s and pre-kindergartener’s bladder is beyond me, but I know it’s common.
In any case, it’s our life right now. Brae seems to have improved, but Sienna is still peeing on her floor at night. She’s using the toilet everywhere else – at other people’s houses, at school – just not at home.
I know it’s a phase, and we’ll get through it. Just not sure our carpets will.
Someone in our house is struggling with the post-baby blues. For once, I wish it were me.
It is Sienna.
She has taken baby Graem coming home harder than anyone else. She is just all out of sorts.
Temper tantrums. Whining. You name it. She has brought the full force of her 3-year-old self to bear on our family.
I know this transition is hard for her, which thankfully, I’m able to remember when I otherwise could lose myself to impatience. She is struggling, and I empathize.
God knew what He was doing when bringing Graem into our family. For so many reasons, it is good he is a boy vs. a girl. The main reason I appreciate now is because I don’t think Little Miss could handle the direct competition of another girl in the family. The fact that he is a boy suits her better for her motherly role, and she does dote on him.
She loves him; she’s mad at me.
Each night, I tell her how special she is to me. How she’s my only girl. My princess. I tell her I understand how hard this change must be, and it’s ok to be upset.
She just nods, smiles, and tells me she wants strawberries.
Yesterday, we went to the library and got her some “big sister” books.
I don’t know how much she is able to comprehend of what I tell her, or what we’re reading in the books. She isn’t able to communicate fully how she’s feeling with the transition. My heart just goes out to her.
I know this is just a season, and we’ll get through this transitory phase soon. Hopefully, relatively unscathed.
If you really don’t want to know how a pregnant women is feeling-don’t ask!
Recently, a dear friend asked “How are you feeling?” To which I replied I was feeling good, but I’ll feel better after my next ultrasound. I told her I wasn’t having as many symptoms as in the beginning. I still felt pregnant and was starting to show, but was worried I might have lost one of the babies.
It is a common fear of early twin pregnancies, especially since Vanishing Twin Syndrome occurs in 21-30% of multifetal pregnancies in the first trimester (according to the American Pregnancy Association).
Her response was, “That shows you have too much time on your hands if you are worried about that.” This reaction bothered me on several levels.
First, I detest when people dismiss your worry as something insignificant. Things that bother some of my friends or family does not worry me. I don’t discount it as irrelevant when they express their concerns to me.
Second, she’s never gone through infertility and has no concept of how hard it was to be able to say, “We’re carrying twins!” In my 11th week of shots (with a sore bum), I can truly say, she has no idea what we have gone through. She jokes she can get pregnant on birth control. Love you girl, but good for you! My babies didn’t come so easy, and I won’t dismiss losing one so easy either.
Third, because I fear miscarrying a twin means in her words, “ I must have too much time on my hands,” infuriates me. My well intended friend is always making comments about how much “free time” Stay-At-Home moms have. I don’t want to debate the challenges of Working-Moms vs Stay-At-Home Moms, but there are few myths out there about Stay-At-Home moms. It’s not a competition- both face advantages and disadvantages.
NO one wins in this argument. Both make tremendous sacrifices. When working moms go to work, they take their child to a caretaker. I am the caretaker. That is my job! I take on hours of volunteer work outside the home that often feels like work, I just don’t get paid for it. We do without so I can stay home. I respect and admire the challenges working moms face in trying to juggle it all. I hope they do the same for moms that work inside the home.
Another CPA friend who is on maternity leave with her third child said to me, “This Stay-At-Home mom stuff is not all it’s cracked up to be.” She was considering staying home full-time to care for her three children. She recently mentioned she wants to go back to work and give it some more thought.
I feel blessed to be a stay-at-home mom. I also realize many moms simply don’t have a choice whether to work or stay home. We sacrificed for years so that I could stay home. This is a privilege, but it didn’t come at a small price. We waited to start our family until we were financially able to raise a family on one income. Unknowingly- while focusing on our careers- we waited until I was no longer able to have biological children.
We all make sacrifices for our family. I have the highest respect for moms who have to work everyday to better the lives of their children. My family has to make sacrifices for me to be able to stay-at-home. Maybe we should be more sensitive to the struggles each other face in trying to balance it all.
I’m going on a rant. There are two articles in circulation on Facebook that portray very negative attitudes toward embryo adoption. One quotes a teenager who was donor conceived stating she wishes she hadn’t been born; the other says that embryo adoption exists solely to meet the needs to adults who believe life begins at conception and those who want children. The author states that embryo adoption creeps them out. The premise is that being raised by genetic strangers is isolating and potentially damaging. One person commented that we are “frankenparents.”
Obviously, I’m biased. I also have a Christian world view and believe that life does begin at conception. I’ve commented on several postings. I know that there will questions that I cannot answer for Grant and Maria. I’m not naive in thinking they won’t have questions. I’m not naive to think that they won’t wonder about their genetic family. I wonder about them. But, it doesn’t change that Jeremy and I are their parents and we love Grant and Maria unconditionally. Would they have been better off frozen indefinitely due to lack of genetic connections?
One person commented that genetic roots are important and not having the mother-child bond in utero is detrimental. Guess what? We had that bond. I can still feel Grant’s head pushing into my rib cage when he stretched and Maria dancing on my liver. Does lack of DNA mean we can’t bond? And what about traditional adoption, are those children scarred because they aren’t with the mother who carried them? Would they have been better off in an unsafe situation or orphanage?
For us, we chose embryo adoption because I wanted to experience pregnancy, but didn’t feel right going through IVF knowing embryos existed in a big frozen nursery. Yes, IVF created some ethical dilemmas. But, embryo adoption is a life honoring answer to the dilemma of what to do when a woman can not carry another child or chooses not to carry another child. Thankfully, we don’t see the large numbers of embryos that were created in the earlier days of IVF, but we have an ethical and moral obligation to deal with those who were created and wait in limbo.
Embryo adoption, like any adoption, will have unknowns. But not knowing doesn’t make any child, whether frozen or already born, any less worthy of having a loving home. I know some pretty crappy genetic families. And I know some pretty awesome adoptive families. Shared DNA isn’t required to make a good family or a good life. A life is a life no matter how small.