Ego Stroking

by statia on June 25, 2008

Wow. I really and truly love you guys. Thank you so much for everything you’ve said. You made me feel like the world’s best mother. If you were sitting in my family room, I’d make you brownies and give you big hugs.

I still have my bad days, but they’re getting better. The Mini has an appointment with early intervention on July 8th. I figure that it can’t hurt to have them come out and assess him for any delays. But I feel better. Our interactions with him have gotten a positive response. I think there’s a large part of me that just doesn’t know how to teach a child certain things and I’m sure that I’m not alone. But I do feel better knowing that I’m only human. The kid is STILL busting my balls by saying Mama once in a while, but the minute I respond back with Mama, he says something else. Like he’s been caught red handed. It’s the only way I know that he’s truly my kid, because by looks alone, you’d never be able to tell.

Monday marked our two year anniversary of the Mini and two of his embryonic siblings being transferred back into my uterus. Either they didn’t make it, or they’re still hanging on in there, waiting for me to turn 75, so that I can be on the cover of the Weekly World News for world’s oldest mother. Two years time, when you have a baby seems like 30 years time. That FET was honestly the last ditch effort and one that I completely forgot about most of the time as I had little hope of it working. I was also really busy with moving and everything else that I had no time to sit around and think about the end result.

It was the best surprise I could have ever asked or hoped for. No matter how hard it is. The giggles are infectious, the snuggles make me so high that they should be considered a toxic substance. And I can’t imagine my life not having known what that was like.

I have a feeling everything is going to be O.K.

{ 6 comments }

waitingline June 25, 2008 at 9:22 pm

…make mine funny brownies. wink. wink.

Just catching up. You rock mamma. Remember that. Ok, if you forget, check back here and read – You rock!

geeky June 26, 2008 at 6:00 am

You’ve been mixing those pain killers and booze like I told you not to, haven’t you? But I guess if that’s what it takes for you to realize you’re a great mom, so be it.

PS. I know you have my address, so I’ll be expecting my brownies in the mail by Monday.

Melissa June 26, 2008 at 11:49 am

I’m glad you’re feeling better! If you REALLY want to make brownies I’ll tell you where to to mail them to!! No seriously, the mama thing. My son is 19 months and associates mama with the moon. How do you think that makes me feel? ;-)

Kristen June 26, 2008 at 1:35 pm

This longtime lurker just wants to share that her 15 month-old also refuses to say “Mama,” even though he did say it for a while and knows damn well that I AM Mama. He says “Daddy” perfectly and almost incessantly. Ouch.

Deltus June 30, 2008 at 8:34 am

Yo. Don’t tease with brownies. That ain’t right.

motel manager June 30, 2008 at 11:30 am

Glad you’re feeling better. I always like having a plan — something about the plan itself soothes me. I guess that’s why we infertiles always have to have the next stage (new cycle, adoption, heavy drinking) lined up.

My son does the same shit with “mama.”

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