The thing about having children is that they keep changing and evolving, forever keeping parents on their toes. I sometimes wonder if the origin of the phrase having children keeps you young is because parents and caregivers are always remaining agile and alert to whatever new thing pops up with their children. I have myriad examples of this, the latest being that even though N has been fully toilet-trained both during the day and night for some time and totally fine with it, he has started weeing the bed at night. This is not a huge deal as I have been using a mattress protector sheet and so the clean-up job is not stressful. What puzzles me is why has he now started doing this having spent weeks not doing so. Children are a mystery!
What is even stranger is that he doesn’t even wake up when he pees all over himself. He loves his sleep so much that he just keeps on sleeping. I let him be for a few days but after 5+ consecutive days of peeing in his sleep I had to go out yesterday and buy more nappies, having given away my stocks thinking I was done with them (haha, what an idiot I am!). And who wants to guess what happened last night when I put a nappy back on him? Of course he made no wees inside it – a completely dry nappy greeted me in the morning. Honestly, kids are hilarious.
I spoke to a friend of mine who has two boys, one of which is a couple of years older than N and she said her son also had a similar experience. She just put the nappies back on at night until her son was ready to go the whole night without getting wet. I will see how N goes for a few days and if he continues with the dry nappies I will try pants again.
The wetting the bed situation has arisen in the same period as his return to school so I believe somehow they are connected, albeit I am not entirely sure how. He is very happy going to school now so I am no longer concerned about that. Perhaps all the change and adjustments of the past few months have just resulted in him being unsettled so I am giving him lots of love, patience and time so as he can work through all of this calmly.
He is incredibly clingy these days which is both lovely and sad in equal measures. He clings to me when I want to go to the gym and says “Mummy stay home” and every single time it breaks me a little. He’s not an especially cuddly child – the irony of not being cuddly despite being the most cuddled baby in history when I had to hold him non-stop for the first months of his life due to his wonky neck is not lost on me – so when I do get voluntary cuddles I soak them up. At the same time I feel sad for him that he must feel some kind of need that’s arisen with the return to school. And this is even with me working part time! Imagine how sad he would be if I didn’t see him between the hours of 9am and 6pm?!
At night when he goes to bed he now likes me to stay with him for a few minutes and rub his back until he falls asleep. I am torn between being melted by this sweet moment (and aware at some point he will reject this) and concerned that he now needs me in order to go to sleep himself. For now I am just letting it be as he seems like he needs some extra support and love. Maybe I do too, actually.
His speech is coming along nicely and I can’t really attribute it to the speech therapist yet as he only did his first formal session on Monday. The previous week was just a getting to know you visit but it was perfect because this Monday N was very comfortable and happy in the space. The therapist takes him into a small playroom off the side of her office and they had 1-1 time together for 45 minutes. The most important thing is he seemed to have a good time with her; she said he sat nicely for the whole time and interacted well, albeit he did use tactics to evade verbal communication (I am sure she will work on that), and she said he is very clever. The second most important thing is that during this 45 minute session I got to have a rest on her sofa in the office area. I mean, if someone had told me 6 months ago that I could have a rest for 45 minutes while this goes on I would have signed him up from back then. I am only half joking about this.
I am especially excited that N has really started to use “thank you” in everyday conversation. The other day when I gave him his dinner he said to me “Thank you, mummy. Nice dindins.” Honestly, my heart EXPLODED as he said this so sincerely and sweetly – and then munched through his plate of food. (Obviously dindins is dinner)
Last weekend our local waterpark re-opened and so we took N along and it blew his mind. Admittedly, he is too small to enjoy 90% of the park’s attractions, but he loves the water and was in seventh heaven. His favourite things were a half bubble type thing that you climb up and then slide off into the water, as well as a kiddy section that has a giant bucket of water that tips out every few minutes. At this park there is a bell that warns you that the water is coming so he’s been non-stop talking about the “bong” ever since. I think we will have to go back there again soon as we will get no peace otherwise.
I am headlong into birthday party preparations – I’ve booked catering (the party is not at my home so it would be super difficult to cook everything myself), an entertainer and I’m planning on having a bouncy castle. There will be a construction themed cake, assorted cookies etc and decorations so I have instructed my cake lady accordingly. I need to refine my decorations ideas and get the stuff, plus work out how many drinks I need to sort out. Here it is also customary to give small gift bags to the children who come to the party and so I am thinking to theme these with beach toys – I’m thinking water balloons and water squirting toys (I’m trying to avoid gun-type toys). They all have to be put into a lovely gift bag too. I love this stuff so it’s great fun! At some point I am expecting someone to come and try and rain on my parade so I am trying to remain positive for as long as possible. Check back here in the coming weeks for the drama as it unfolds!