Meet Jake Anthony: Woo-Hoo!!!! We have our 1st Potty Success at School!!!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Woo-Hoo!!!! We have our 1st Potty Success at School!!!

OK, so admittedly, I was one day away from taking a short reprieve from the potty training. After all, how much laundry can one mommy do (yes, so Nanny does most of it, but still) and how many puddles can one teacher clean up without a break?!?!? And then, there it was, in bold letters and highlighted in yellow on his daily sheet..Pee Pee on the Potty!!! Oh my, could it be?!?!? First thing I did was check the top of the page to be sure I had the right sheet...LOL Next I thought, why the heck didn't they call me at work to tell me this monumental news?!?!? I might have given all the people in my division the rest of the day off...or at least myself, anyway.

Wow...and just when I was so close to temporarily throwing in the towel (or the big boy underwear, in this case)... HE DID IT!!!! OK, so picture me in the moment in this classroom (he was outside on the playground, so I had a moment or two to myself)...first I think WOO-HOO, YES, YES, YES and do a little "he did pee pee on the potty dance"...then about 30 seconds later I realize that I've been promising him that I'd take him to Chuckee Cheese if he went pee pee on the potty at school, and think, oh crap...that means I have to go there TONIGHT?!?! Ahhhhhh!

So, I take a long, slow walk to the playground, and somehow convince myself that he probably won't even remember the whole Chuckee Cheese thing, right?! (I know, you're thinking, ok, you're smoking crack, girl, this is the kid who remembers EVERYTHING from the very first breath he ever took...yea, yea, yea, whatever) Sooooo, I turn the corner towards the playground, and he spots me coming (and for those who haven't ever experienced the thrill of "pick up time", let me tell you, it just doesn't get any better than this... when you get to witness this incredible look on your child, like you've been lost at sea for 20 years and suddenly returned home at that very moment...a look that screams "that's MY, MY, MY mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"...ok, sorry, I digress)...so I turn the corner and as soon as he sees me he starts running and jumping and skipping and hopping while screaming at the top of his lungs... "MOMMY, PEE PEE, POTTY, CHUCKEEEEEEEE CHEESEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" OK, well, so much for wishful thinking...

And YES, of course, I followed through on my promise...we even closed the place down and were the very last ones to leave!

Oh, so I forgot one little part of the evening...so, we get home and I'm kneeling on one knee in front of him in the kitchen telling him how incredibly proud I am of him and he keeps trying to interrupt me (which he ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS does) and I say, now wait Jake Anthony, momma is trying to tell you something important. So, he stops trying and I start talking again and I suddenly feel this wet sensation on the knee that's on the ground and look down to see that there is pee-pee streaming out of the leg of his shorts, down his calf, into his sock, down his shoe and forming an expanding puddle on the floor...currently being absorbed by my $200 Jones NY work pants. I stop talking, look up at him and he says "momma can I talk now?" and proceeds to tell me that he was trying to tell me that he had to go potty...LOL LOL LOL It's moments like that where you just have to laugh out loud...which we both did. So loudly that Quincy came running into the kitchen to see what was going on slid right through the puddle of pee pee and managed to do a complete 360 before coming to rest on his head against the back door.

Life with a toddler...NEVER a dull moment;-)

We're off to the NY Liberty playoff game tomorrow night...WOO - HOO!!!! GO LIBERTY!!!!

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About Jake Anthony

Jake was born on Aug 19, 2005, he weighed a hefty 9lbs 10oz, was 22 inches long (before you say "ouch" it was by C-section) and was welcomed into this world by his mommy, nanny, pops, uncle JJ, LaLa, Aunt Bear, Aunt No-No, Aunt Amy, Aunt CC, Aunt Razz, Aunt Titi, Aunt GG and Aunt Tracey (soon to be Aunt Dana too). To say he was a "dream come true" would be the understatement of the century!!

I had always dreamed of being a mommy and for some reason, had always wanted a boy. (So much so, that I enrolled in the MicroSort clinical trial for gender selection and had the sperm sorted to increase the odds to 85%.) Jake was conceived using IVF and donor #1876 from Fairfax. The donor selection was a VERY serious process including a thorough analysis of every detail imaginable. In the end, the pool was narrowed down to four possible choices, and each of the Posse (his group of Aunts) had an opportunity to evaluate the bio and stats and vote for a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd choice. The votes were tallied and actually, there was a tie between the one we called "Giraffe" and the one we called "James" (because he looked a lot like my brother). For the initial attempt, I went with Giraffe, but after no luck with 2 AI cycles, I switched to "James" (1876) and transitioned to IVF.

The first IVF attempt resulted in 8 eggs, 6 of which survived the fertilization process and 5 of which made it to day 5. PGD testing revealed that there was only 1 healthy normal embryo in the mix and luck would have it, it was a boy! The pregnancy, however, lasted only 8 weeks before I was told it was a non-progressing pregnancy. After that VERY big disappointment and weeks of waiting (and a DNC...uggh), I had the opportunity to try again.

This time, I was rushed in at day 3 and told that the 3 remaining fertilized eggs would not make it to day 5. The absolutely FUNNIEST part of this whole story involved my mom. I had not planned to go to have the procedure on Day 3, so my mom and I had to scramble to get there. (I received the message so late that they actually had to stay open late for me and I had to drive up from South Jersey 3 hours to get there....talk about driving at the speed of light.)

So, my mom meets me and we drive up together and on the way up I tell her "mom, no matter what they say, I only want to put 1 egg back in. I'm having this baby on my own and we already have a strong history of twins in the family and I don't want to risk ending up with 3! Mom, I really need you to be with me on this because they always push you to put more in to increase the odds of success." To which she replied, yes, no problem, I understand."

So, we meet with the doctor and he says, you have 3 remaining embryos, we couldn't do the PGD so we have no idea if any are normal (let alone the sex), so I'm recommending you put all 3 back in. My eyes open wide and I say "ALL 3????" I turn to my mom and she says "I agree with the doctor"...LOL!! And before I knew what hit me, off I went into the surgical suite...

And the result, is the most lovable, adorable, smart little boy in the whole world...hope you enjoy reading about him even half as much as I enjoy raising him...