It's the end of an era. Over the weekend we put away CC's SnugRide infant car seat - otherwise known as "The Bucket" - and swapped it for the car seat she will use for the next three years of her life. I'd be lying if the process didn't make me a little weepy.
Okay, quite a bit weepy.
Okay, fine. I may or may not have shed a tear over a car seat. Happy?
What did make the tears actually flow past my lids, as far as you know, was putting away tiny cotton baby pants in size Newborn and 0-3 months. Wee little pants, they'll bring down even the toughest cookie. And when that cookie is crumbly because her baby is growing and there will be no more babies after this one... Oh Christ, I'm choked up just thinking about it.
Also, Mmmm... Cookies.
Maybe it's her age, but now that CC is almost 8 months I've been asked a number of times recently if we're done having kids. Let me lay this idea to rest right now - Oh yes, we're done. Two and through, as the saying goes. The procedure has been scheduled. And by "Procedure", I mean Mr. C is going to have his man parts surgically altered. The ol' snip-snip. Snipper-ino. Ain't no fish swimming down that river no more because the beaver done dam it up. I guess that makes me the beaver? Or does it make the doctor the beaver? Probably me, that makes more sense. Either way, it's wrong that I'm taking some satisfaction in my husband finally taking some of the pain for once, isn't it?
Anyway. As I was saying.
I got reflective when I put away the baby clothes the first time when Chicky grew out of them but now that it's CC, my last baby, it's way worse. How much worse? I'm glad you asked. I actually said to Mr. C the other day, "We could always adopt another".
Yeah, he said No. Which is why I married him, he saves me from myself.
The way I see it, I should probably just leave the clothes where they are for the time being. If not, the poor man will come home from his "Procedure" to a new puppy. Maybe that's not such a bad idea. Just the thought of the greeting between the two of them made me giggle.
Get it? Dogs like to sniff crotches? His nethers will be covered with a bag of frozen peas? Dogs also like food? There would be an exuberant greeting? Jeez, I birthed two babies and lived with stitches, sitz baths and hemmorhoids. Work with me here, people. I'm hormonal.
Sigh
Monday, January 26, 2009
Kicking the Bucket
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I feel your pain. Oh yes I do.
The hubs just got word that the procedure was successful. Shooting blanks as it were.
It makes me sad though, and not sad. Because I am crazy.
Awwwwwwww! I don't have anything valuable to add other than the cookies are gooooooooooood...
Am very happy that the huz had the procedure, otherwise, I would undoubtedly be pregnant again. Those post-second baby hormones are hard to fight.
Is it wrong that i sat here and thought !WOW! CC is already 8 months old!
I guess I should try to catch on more often.
And the tiny little clothes. They still make me cry. My kid is 25.
LOL @ the puppy comment. The tiny clothes are about enough to do anyone in.
I am right there with you! I have 2 kids a girl who is 4 and my baby boy who is 18 months. Last weekend I went through all his clothes and was getting emotional as well. We are also done at 2 - unless something un-planned comes along. So I really do feel your pain Mama!
I've just cut my husband off from any nookie because he keeps "forgetting" to book the appointment. As for feeling sad about not having any more kids, NO WAY! I'm finding it so hard right now that I can't even cry about the tiny clothes.
I went through a lot of this when my daughter was born. We were so done. It was so sad. The saddest part? Husband never got around to the snipping part. Thankfully, I wasn't sad about giving away everything of my third child's.
I haven't sorted through the clothing yet - it's only been three years and because I don't think I can do it. No procedure needed here but that doesn't change feeling weepy.
You crack me up.
And word of advice? If, after the procedure, your hubby asks you if you want to see what's been done "down there", SAY NO.
The image of bruised elephantitis balls will be seared in your memory forever.
heh heh
If for some reason I have to have a c-sec this summer with my last one, I'm going to request they tie everything baby-related off... OTherwise, I've told my husband he needs to get on the list for the snip snip, too. ;-)
I can in no way condone such an act as you described. It is cruel and unfair.
Now, if you use frozen meatballs instead of peas, I think the dog would be fine.
Two and through here also. Done. And happy I am. I can't say I was weepy when we ditched the infant car seat. I can't say I've been weepy about chucking any of the infant stuff. Yep, so not the right emotion, I know. But I like the toddler/preschool years so much better than infants. I weep more when those are over.
I only have one baby - five months old - and putting away her little clothes as she outgrows them just rips me apart. She's just not that tiny anymore!
Hi! We have four babies. The fourth born 18 months after my husband's vasectomy....and YES, we did the testing. My husband went for his second vasectomy while I was pregnant with our fourth babe (who is a blessing). Some people think it was mean of me to make him go the second time. For the record, I didn't MAKE him and second: four pregnancies, four labour and deliveries, four breastfed babes. He and I both thought that physically it was his turn...and yes, I took some perverse pleasure in sharing the responsibility. Having children has made time pass us by far too quickly...I am a little sad too :-)
I was sad when we gave away/sold the baby things too. I also foresee a female puppy in our lives in the next few years. My hubby is much more open to another pup than another baby. I totally thought you were going to go somewhere else with your beaver paragraph. I have definitely have cabin fever! Let's hope that there's not another snow day tomorrow.
I'm still laughing at the vision of the recently-snipped and the sniffing-pup greeting each other. Stock up on peas!
I'm also laughing about the dog sniffing/food on the crotch scenario! :)
I just went through my daughter's baby clothes for some pregnant friends, and I choked up! My baby girl just turned 6!
Aw. That IS sad, kinda. It's great to watch them grow but I am all about that kind of nostalgia, too.
But, you aren't surprised by that, are you?
I go through the baby wistfulness often. But babies aren't babies for very long before they start talking back to you and refusing to wear winter boots when it's 10 F out...
Also, is it just me, or does that ad on your sidebar for the Winery look an awful lot like boobs?
Tania! My husband had it, no big deal. He didn't even need the peas. And it's really, I mean, I don't know, I mean, would you really ever want another one? I love mine, love love love them, but I was so crazy and unhappy and crazy during those 0-3 months, I really don't want to repeat it. When I hold a new baby, I think boy this is cute, good riddance! I always felt like we were kindred spirits in the tomboyism of momism. I love it in a way, in another way, it's not me. Anyway, I started a blog, because it seems like that's how people handle these things. Yay for vasectomy! It's the right thing to do. Good luck!
I thankfully got this as I was pulling out clothes to sort through and see what would work for The Bun. No problem, when it's on the way anyhow.
and I took care of business while I had my section, so Misterpie is spared. I told him hi scrotum could thank me later. I'm getting jewels soon - I think they may be from his jewels.
I stumbled across your blog - saw that you were from Massachusetts - move to Vegas after 36 years in CT. I laughed at this post because we called the infant seat a bucket! 3 times.....too funny! great blog by the way.
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