now we're getting somewhere
tomorrow is 23 weeks. that feels like a substantial number. i've got some progress under my belt. well, it's under my waistband, since i can't wear a belt now.
according to my weekly update with baby center [because i enjoy the torture of being greeted with how many weeks pregnant i am (not) with the tadpole, whose due date would have been this saturday], milo is now more than 11 inches long and over a pound, and regular loud noises he hears now will prepare him to not be frightened by them after he's born. the examples they give are a barking dog and the vacuum cleaner. milo is definitely not becoming accustomed to those sounds, since we don't have a dog and the vacuum...well, it doesn't see much action. hey, most of our house's floors are hardwood, okay?
more likely, he'll be unfazed by police and ambulance sirens and blaring sound systems from cars going 60 mph down our little street. not to mention blaring music from his father's stereo in the living room. okay, i like me some loud music, too, from time to time. hey, milo - if it's too loud, you're too old! or young.
do they make earplugs for newborns? i need to check that out.
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i've teetered on the edge but not let it happen, for weeks now. i've been so good. and then today, i did what i feared. twice.
i called milo "hans."
actually, once i called him "hans"; the other time i referred to the back room as hans's room, which maybe isn't quite so awful.
i know it will happen. i hope to god i can keep from calling milo "hans" in his hearing, when he's old enough to know who hans is, but i'm not perfect.
i can see milo in therapy, 50 years from now, sobbing to his therapist that it all began when his mother kept calling him by his dead brother's name. great. this is why i hoped for a girl. it would have been harder to confuse them, you know?
according to my weekly update with baby center [because i enjoy the torture of being greeted with how many weeks pregnant i am (not) with the tadpole, whose due date would have been this saturday], milo is now more than 11 inches long and over a pound, and regular loud noises he hears now will prepare him to not be frightened by them after he's born. the examples they give are a barking dog and the vacuum cleaner. milo is definitely not becoming accustomed to those sounds, since we don't have a dog and the vacuum...well, it doesn't see much action. hey, most of our house's floors are hardwood, okay?
more likely, he'll be unfazed by police and ambulance sirens and blaring sound systems from cars going 60 mph down our little street. not to mention blaring music from his father's stereo in the living room. okay, i like me some loud music, too, from time to time. hey, milo - if it's too loud, you're too old! or young.
do they make earplugs for newborns? i need to check that out.
*****
i've teetered on the edge but not let it happen, for weeks now. i've been so good. and then today, i did what i feared. twice.
i called milo "hans."
actually, once i called him "hans"; the other time i referred to the back room as hans's room, which maybe isn't quite so awful.
i know it will happen. i hope to god i can keep from calling milo "hans" in his hearing, when he's old enough to know who hans is, but i'm not perfect.
i can see milo in therapy, 50 years from now, sobbing to his therapist that it all began when his mother kept calling him by his dead brother's name. great. this is why i hoped for a girl. it would have been harder to confuse them, you know?
posted by laura at 5:36 PM
9 Comments:
I think Milo needs to hear a Roomba.
My mother calls me by my living sister AND brother's names...so why should it be any different with a dead sibling? lol
Ate least two people in London called Orson Calvin. Just for the record.
My daughter is still afraid of vacuums (she is two). Maybe I should have cleaned more when I was pregnant.
I wish they had baby earplugs but no luck. We had construction to the building next to us for the first year of her life. Maybe that's why she loves construction sites...hmmm, I am learning.
Easier if he were a girl? I beg to differ - we often call O "she" which means he'll be in therapy with gender issues, right?
I don't even own a vacuum, just a shop vac. Yay hardwood!
Yes, what Catherine says is true, sometimes we moms just confuse the names. Heck, when Alexander was little sometimes i would call him by the *dog's* name...
Baby earplugs? Well, if Gwyneth Paltrow couldn't find any for Apple at Live8 I don't suppose the rest of us have any chance...
And my Mum also gets me and my three brothers mixed up. Now we're all married she often muddles which wife goes with which brother.
Don't beat yourself up. It's natural. Moms of LC get their kids' names mixed up all the time. You may be right about the gender thing, though. I think I've had an okay time of distinguishing this pg with my last since I am having a girl this time. I think I relate to her and to the pg a little differently, plus she is already showing signs of being a completely different baby altogether (in terms of movement, photogenicity, etc.)
Congrats on another milestone and all the good progress.
Agreed, don't feel too bad about the name mix up seems understandable and completely normal. *hug*
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