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Baby 2.0 Being Jipped?

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My husband actually brought this up two days ago. It’s very rare to receive a phone call from him during the day unless it’s an emergency or he’s coming home early. So, when my phone rang at 1:30 on Tuesday afternoon, I thought “uh oh, something’s happened and it ain’t good.”

“Hello,” I say a bit perturbed. I was actually considering taking a nap when he called, so I really didn’t want to talk.

“I was thinking,” he says quietly. “I think we’re jipping this new baby.”

Great! Was the thought that came to my mind. He’s been reading and has thought of some ridiculous and trendy way to already begin coddling this new baby. He’s going to want me to do something absurd.

“We’re not jipping the new baby,” I retorted.

“At this point in your pregnancy with Davey, we were already letting him listen to music through headphones on your belly and we were reading to him. We haven’t done any of that.”

As much as I hate to admit when my husband is right, he is right in this instance. So, it really got me to thinking. Is it because the “newness” doesn’t exist with this baby or are we just really being much too lazy?

I’ve blogged about this in the past. The whole not going overboard with Version 2.0. I don’t have a room for this baby right now (I don’t need it, but Davey already had a room at this point). I haven’t really been speaking to this one like I did with Davey. I’ve actually relished the fact that people have been unable to tell I was pregnant this time around, whereas with Davey I wanted to start showing IMMEDIATELY.

I don’t think there are in repercussions to this baby as of yet, even though I did tell Davey shortly after I found out I was pregnant with Version 2.0 that he needn’t worry about the new baby, because he would always be my favorite. Gah! What was I thinking!?!?!?! What if Version 2.0 heard that? Not to worry, I’ve quickly amended myself since then.

In an effort to show Version 2.0 that he/she is just as loved as Davey and worth every ounce of effort, I’ve started multitasking (more so than usual) and finding ways to give Version 2.0 the same amount of love even in the womb.

Davey can’t exactly read right now, but he has a few favorite books that he already knows the words to. So, I’m encouraging him to help mommy read to the baby. It’s actually quite endearing and sweet to watch him get on his hands and knees while on the couch and look at my belly and talk. When Davey goes down for his naps in the afternoon, I’ve begun taking my iPod with classical music and putting the headset on my belly. It was actually quite relaxing for me today and I think I had the best nap I’ve had to date.

Last night, my husband rubbed my belly before bed and for the first time during the pregnancy, talked to Version 2.0 and said “good night”. I’ve even dug up the old Dr. Seuss book, “Baby, Oh Baby, The Places You’ll Go” (which my husband read EVERY night before bed to Davey while he was still in my womb) and have it prepped for tonight.

Don’t worry, Version 2.0! You’re just as loved as your big brother and you’re daddy and I are going to start showing it!

My Misguided Tears

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It was a hard morning, one of the hardest I’ve gone through in quite some time. At first, I thought about blaming the tears on my hormones, but quickly realized that I would be crying regardless. My husband and I spent our Memorial Day morning, taking down a crib and putting up a toddler bed in it’s place.

I knew the day would be coming and I’d heeded the warnings of so many other moms out there who suggested I wait until the absolute last minute to take him out of his crib. Well, with the new baby scheduled to arrive in approximately seven months, and my mother in law in town for the week, I thought now would be a good opportunity to convert Davey. I’ve heard stories that it could take months for him to get used to the new bed, so why not do it now?

Once the toddler bed was in place, the emotions began to wash over me. He’s not my little baby anymore. I mean figuratively, he’ll always be my little baby, but the thought of no longer being able to walk into his room and seeing his little face above the rails, with his arms reaching out to me and saying, “hi, mama”, just made me start blubbering. My baby was growing up and while I’ve watched it and known it every day, for some reason today was the day for reality to hit me like a ton of bricks. I actually felt faint and even slightly sick at my stomach. Where did the days go? The seconds have turned into minutes, minutes into days, and before I’ve known it my little baby is now a little boy.

We brought him upstairs and the tears began to flow even harder. Davey immediately ran and took a flying leap onto his bed. He tossed around and laughed a bit, climbed back down, grabbed a couple of books, climbed back in and then with his head on his pillow and one leg crossed over the other, he began reading one of his books. How sweet!

And then a few hours later, the true and actual reality of the repercussions of my actions really hit. Why oh why was I ever crying about my sadness of him being all grown up? What I should be crying about was the fact that I may no longer be able to take advantage of long afternoon naps. That’s right, folks, we spent three hours yesterday afternoon playing the infamous game of “Keep the Baby in Bed”. Guess who won? Yep! Davey did. So, obviously, my tears were misguided. I’m convinced that subconsciously the tears were falling because I knew that blissful afternoons of getting things accomplished while Davey slept were quickly becoming limited.

Only time will tell what becomes of this story.