I actually thought the end of the line was happening for real on Tuesday. I was in a cafe with my mum, eating lunch, and suddenly the Braxton Hicks contractions I've been having for weeks got PAINFUL, in a kind of continuous way that didn't seem like it was stopping. We wolfed down our lunch and hurried home, but all that seemed to happen was that I did a giant poo and then they stopped. Food baby rather than baby baby. Nothing at all has gone on since, and I'm totally happy to be proven wrong, but it did make me think that this babe may yet make an earlier than expected arrival...
It was the kid's birthday on Chinese New Year, which he was most excited about. The fellas at the cafe sent his babycino out with TWO marshmallows (usual order = 0) and a candle for him to blow out. He wanted to take gingerbread crocodiles (and stars and flowers) to childcare to share for afternoon tea instead of a cake, so we made them the night before and when I arrived to pick him up they had just finished singing happy birthday and were passing them around to a room full of delighted four-year-olds. The grandparents came over in the evening and we went to Red Door for dinner (of course), where the kid ordered for everyone. Lucky he got his taste in dumplings from us. There was a lot of lego involved.
Four. I can hardly believe it. He's so grown-up, and still yet still so little, lying on his bedroom floor with his pants off playing lego. Apart from park parties and sunshine, it's kind of an annoying time to have a birthday, if you're a first-born boy. He's in four-year-old kinder at childcare this year, and can read, so in theory can go to primary school next year. Except that just about everyone I speak to says that it's best to hold kids back until they are 6, particularly first-born boys. A lot of kids in the childcare room are in the same boat, and I know some have stayed back in the three-year-old room to head this issue off early, but the kid was absolutely ready to go up. The thing is, what to do with him next year if he's not ready for school? We will have used up the government kinder funding, so he can't repeat that year. There's an early learning centre attached to a private school around the corner who do take five-year-olds, but their waiting list is long, and their fees are high. We're going on a tour next week for the primary school a few minutes' walk away and will put him on the list there afterwards, but the advice on their website leans towards starting a year later, too. What will we do with this child for a whole extra year? In my day, we all just went when we were four (which, in hindsight, didn't always work out that well), but I don't want him to be the only tiny kid a whole year younger than everyone else, particularly as he's kind of a weirdo already. An adorable weirdo, don't get me wrong, but a different sort of kid to lots of the other boys his age that we know. It's not just now, either. It's when they're in Year 9 and everyone else is turning into men... it's at the end of school when everyone else is turning 18 and voting and getting their drivers' licenses and he'll still be 17... I guess we just see how he goes this year. If he's ready, he's ready. If he's not, we'll think of something. (Stupidly, we've done exactly the same thing with the babe. Due in March. Why did we not think of this and organise a September birthday?)
Still haven't really packed a hospital bag or sorted out newborn nappies or read that book by the lady with the funny name about birth skills. Should probably get onto those things. I did order a TENS machine, though. And I have sent a batch of knitted sushi off to a sweet babe on the other side of the world.
|Happy birthday, little a|