Monday, January 11, 2010

Along the equator

E won't wear most skirts in the wintertime because their waistbands don't allow enough room for how she tucks her tights doubly and triply underneath her bellybutton so that they don't encroach upon her equator.

L was complimented on her socks today by her teacher upon arriving at school. The socks, bright green (her teacher's favorite color), were nearly fully visible because L has a love of Urkel-ing her pants clear above her nipples, rendering them capri-length.

E wears her pants at her Tropic of Capricorn. L is hiking them up to her Tropic of Cancer.

Tonight as we drove home both girls were persistent in arguing with illogic. After calling the lovely husband only to find out that he was several miles behind us, I told my passengers that we'd meet Daddy at home. I no want to go home! I want to go behind us! L yelled for the next ten minutes. Responding with comments like "Love, we can't go behind ourselves" didn't help.  The other one got angry at the shadow her left foot draped across her right foot.. Go away! she kicked at it. Go away! And she fought against the air as her sister fought against geo-spacial physics. In the negative space between them where they both flailed, in the back seat's meridian, soon we'll install an infant carrier.

I had an OB appointment today. Based on my previous deliveries we're carefully monitoring my fetal buddy's size. Today's projection places him at 7 lb., 3 or 4 oz. on the day we expect he'll be born. The first child was 6 lb., 12 oz. The second child was 7 lb., 11 oz. He's planning to come right in the middle.

If you believe in birth stories as metaphor, and I believe I do, that I was in labor for 14 hours with E and progressed until she was fully descended, until I was asked the fateful words "ready to push?" until she finally disclosed to us via a skull-worthy bony-hard bottom that she was breech and stuck and would likely be in danger in pushing and I was wheeled into an unplanned c-section-- that it was not merely a story about a delivery veering off-plan but about a girl who must meet the world on her terms, who does not abide by merely conforming for the sake of convenience.

And if you extrapolate, then, that L's complication-free vaginal birth into the world also has meaning, I will tell you that for the first year and a half of her life I interpreted that as a sign that she was to be a more go-with-the-flow kind of girl, a pleaser, a diplomat.  I will tell you that since that 18 month mark I've reinterpreted her birth not as once of compliance but rather of a fundamental message that she will live to be oppositional in relation to her big sister; that she seeks not necessarily to find a peaceful higher ground but to find specifically her own plot of ground. They love each other fiercely and they love to set themselves apart nearly as fiercely.

So will this boy be the bridge, the middle ground? The different against which they align themselves in similarities? We don't yet know but undoubtedly he will have his own strong story. Pin It