As of this morning, I am one week overdue with this little Baby Bean. I am scheduled for an induction tomorrow morning and all signs are indicating that I will just have to wait for it. I’ve had 3 bouts of false labor since last Friday, totaling 14 1/2 hours of timing contractions, hoping and praying that they will make it to 5 minutes apart or that my water would break. Anything to make it so that I can just get to the hospital and get this show on the road. It has been tiring and sad, I won’t lie. Even timing contractions at this point is disheartening and seemingly pointless. We’re all a bit anxious around here.
The Boo, I have to say, is being a superchamp. I think he can definitely sense that Mommy needs some extra love and joy. He has been super cuddly with me, especially last night as he saw me laying on the couch timing contractions. I also think he is gearing himself up for the little lady’s arrival, as though the reality is sinking in. I know, this is a lot to expect of a 2 1/2 year old, but I do think it is true. Last night before I went to bed (once I realized that no, I was not in labor… yet again), I peeked in on him to make sure he was snug as a bug and I noticed that he was holding a particular book in his sleep. “Froggy’s Baby Sister.” This is not his standard bedtime book, he must have gotten it out yesterday and stashed it in bed. As you can imagine, it is a book geared for kids who are getting a younger sibling and how great it will be for them. I smiled when I noticed him holding it. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it wasn’t.
Early in the morning, the child is very insistent on getting one thing… “breakfix!” We’re usually telling him to go back to bed or that we’ll be up in a minute and we hear “I want breakfix!” no less than 700 times before we’ve woken up enough to remember our own names. This morning he woke up and called to me at 6:15, which was not too bad, and I told him it was still night night and could he go play. Usually this sends him into a tailspin but he quietly went back to his toys and entertained himself for a good half hour. Miracle. When he was ready, instead of asking for food, he asked “Mommy, are you feeling better?” Heart: melted. Then, he launched into “I have a baby sister in my belly! I feel her kicking! Wanna feel my baby sister in my belly?” When I went to his room he was holding his shirt up and insisted that I feel the baby in his belly at least three times. I couldn’t be more in love with this little dude. As I was changing him and getting him dressed, he continued to talk about baby sister and how he’s going to change her poopie diapers and throw the poopie diapers in the trash.
He just amazes me. So, through the disheartening experience of being way past my due date and dealing with contractions that go nowhere, my little Boo Bear is doing his very best to gear himself up for the very important task of being a big brother and helping Mommy take care of Baby Sister. I just can’t wait to see the little guy in action.