Bug and Buddy are majorly into Ninja Turtles. Hubby has a ton of them he collected back in the 80's. Hand me down time. I mean, have you looked at the price for one figure at Wal-Mart? Why pay for them if we already have over 40 characters. Including the main ones, ie: the Turtles. Anyway, Bug is constantly coming up to me asking what this one and that ones name is. My names of Creepy Pig Guy and Lizard Braces don't cut the mustard with him. And the only turtle I know for sure, is the one I misplaced. For those of you who don't know, the purple turtle's name is Donatello.
In other news, Buddy had his surgery on Wed. In and out of the hospital in under 4 hours. Shocking. He is recuperating very well. Only needed pain meds on the first day. I didn't want to have both of the boys in the same room that first night. They tend to jump around like wild animals once the lights go out. So, I put Buddy in the soon to by babies room in the crib. FAIL. After 10 minutes of screaming, I was afraid he was going to open his incision. So I took him into my bed thinking he would drop off after a few minutes and I could move him into the crib. Nope. It was close to 12:30 before he finally gave it up and crashed, at that point both hubby and I were dead tired, and I was afraid to move him because every time I shifted, he would fuss. Needless to say, that was the worst nights sleep I have had in a long time. Hubby slept with his head practically on the the nightstand, and I had Buddy's feet kicking my in the neck all night long. The smallest person in the bed manages to take up the most space. If we ever replace our bedroom set, we will be getting a king. There is a reason I hate sharing a bed with my children.
Bug made me just about pee my pants last night. We were sitting on my bed reading the bedtime story when he stops and pats my belly. He looks up at me and says "There is a baby in there." "Yep, it's growing so it can come out" I said. He poked at my belly for a few more seconds and says "You are getting bigger." then he points to my chest and asks "What is growing in there?" He comes up with the funniest things. He asked last week if the baby was going to come out of my mouth when it was ready. After I told him no, he looks at me, all knowing and says "Oh, so your belly will just pop and the baby comes out." After the fact it occurred to me I could have told him how he and Buddy were born (c-section) and not been too graphic. This is actually something I have been thinking about for a while now. I don't want my kids to have this ingrained fear of childbirth. That is a big part of what is wrong with maternity care in our country, in my opinion. We don't talk about it to our children, so when they have their children, they are usually going into it blind. Most people don't do a ton of research and learning and reading unless they know someone or have had themselves and negative experience. I want my kids to know that is it a normal, natural and healthy process that you don't need to be afraid of. That being said, I also don't necessarily want them to be there at delivery. I would just find that too distracting in the hospital setting, and I don't think it would be allowed as they are still so young. Lots to think about.
But now I need to go and do a load of laundry and switch over the dishes while Buddy is sleeping.
