So it is no longer Cocoa Bean. It is unofficially Cocoa Kicker. We have cleared yet another hurdle as we approach 22 weeks and the clinical definition of cervical incompetence is about to pass. We are officially in the panic mode of preparation for arrival. Cocoa is very active and while our third child, my first experience to actually touch my wife's belly and to feel that kick that we've needed to feel for too long.
Previously, we spent 20 weeks getting ready for everything psychologically. How will schedules change, what will we do with the rooms in our house, what will be our next phase in our lives as our Cocoa enters the world. It all came crashing down two times before so now that we have passed that big stage, we now are on fast forward. We can no longer and sit back and hold our collective breath as we have done for the last five months, we now need to cram 40 weeks of preparation into four short months.
I still think a lot out our two boys. I also reflect on many people that have shared similar voyages. How do our friends in Florida feel as they are about 16 months behind us in our journey? Are they holding strong despite their upbeat outward disposition? What about my great childhood friend that was on the verge of twins only to face a loss two times over? How do they cope with two already running wild and their next attempt on the way? I find condolence in knowing many have done it before us and many more are well on their way of also realizing their dream.
While we may not have all of the appropriate equipment prepared...poop stations, barf cleanup kits, and all of the other unexpected things that I am sure we will soon need, I am confident that we are prepared. We have been ready for this for almost three years now so our extended impediment will only make us more capable, prepared, and understanding as people and more importantly as parents.
That being said, is there a Cliff Notes for what to do when Cocoa actually gets here pertaining to the formerly referenced poop, vomit, and crying?
E-I-G-H-T!?!?
-
Eight. 8. Ocho. Anyway you say it, I don't like it. Eight definitely
removes any chances of being called a baby. Eight means going into third
grade. E...
13 years ago
2 comments:
my cliff notes. Laugh and sleep. Oh, and my husband once had his belly button pooped into by our overzealous pooping son. Always wear a shirt.
Nope, no cliff notes. that dude made millions off of these things and didnt go here, very very smart! Here are some from John and I......
cry---they cry, but i promise it is the best sound you will ever have heard. by the time you are tired of the crying, you will wake up one morning, notice how much less they are doing so, and miss it. we are a strange breed us parents.
poop----it stinks, its gross, rarely stays in the diaper either so buy the good ones, dont skimp on those, but again, they might as well poop roses bc it will not bother you either. until a "mistake" happens all over your beautiful wifes new outfit the first time she gets to go out after the arrival, good luck with that one. I missed Johns Xmas party with Bella, she was like 6 days old, getting there was NOT an option!
vomit is more of a projectile with these little ones, you should wear one of their bibs if you remember, and goggles too :0). they are all different, but for Bells I would have to change her and myself and anything within 12 feet of her, from head to toe sometimes! For Tiffany, pony tails will be a must if Baby Collins bares the same wicked skill. i sware they should consider this an olympic event!
sleep--- well forget that, it is non exsistent, so sleep NOW. it should be the first thing on your to do list every day! when the baby is here, the good old advice of sleep when they sleep, take it! trust me, easier said than done, the first weeks when they sleep, all you do is watch him/her sleep and make sure they are ok, and then down the line, sure the bed will call your name when the baby naps, and so will the evil dishes, facebook, email, endless piles of laundry, stack of bills etc.....(remember that poop and vomit, get extra detergent!)
in one word ------- just LOVE, you have plenty, and it makes it all work.
ENJOY it, even the poop! lol
you will be GREAT! BOTH of ya!
Congrats on checking the weeks off. Glad you are breathing easier. I am loving that you are blogging. I think the world of you two as a couple and love to read the male perspective of your journey.
Now get to work on that list ;)!
Post a Comment