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Jul. 11th, 2014 11:08 amCordelia's arms have finally stopped hurting. I'm grateful for that. I'd been dosing her with Tylenol in an effort to ease the pain, but she kept complaining about it. Particularly, she wanted to be able to sleep on her side but couldn't because it would hurt too much. Apparently, she can't hold her stuffed animals properly when she's lying on her back.
We did go for frozen yogurt. I had some key lime and some cookie cake (a variety of chocolate). They had crushed Heath bars this time, so I spooned that on. Unfortunately, I think I shouldn't have chocolate so close to bed time-- I had reflux once I went to bed.
Scott was scheduled to go in to work early, but they called at two to say that he didn't have to after all. I think one of the machines had broken down, so this is not necessarily good news. It could mean more work on the weekend.
After Scott went to bed, Cordelia and I talked about nothing much. She told me that she likes talking to me. I ought to take advantage of that willingness to talk to me to bring up puberty and sex, but every time I've tried, Cordelia has fled. I think she picks up on me not being entirely comfortable with the topic. We've bought her books on the subject, but she hasn't read them, and they're buried somewhere in her room. Her fifth grade teacher spent a little bit of time on talking about puberty, but I'm not sure how much he covered except that it definitely didn't include sex of any sort. The school hasn't done anything to talk about where babies come from, even in heavily veiled language. When I was in elementary school, we covered at least some of that in third grade.
I do wonder what the pediatrician will do when I ask them about prescription birth control for Cordelia. I want her to have access and not depend entirely on having a condom handy (though I definitely want her using condoms, too. STIs are scary). I hope I don't have to search around for a different doctor for that.
We did go for frozen yogurt. I had some key lime and some cookie cake (a variety of chocolate). They had crushed Heath bars this time, so I spooned that on. Unfortunately, I think I shouldn't have chocolate so close to bed time-- I had reflux once I went to bed.
Scott was scheduled to go in to work early, but they called at two to say that he didn't have to after all. I think one of the machines had broken down, so this is not necessarily good news. It could mean more work on the weekend.
After Scott went to bed, Cordelia and I talked about nothing much. She told me that she likes talking to me. I ought to take advantage of that willingness to talk to me to bring up puberty and sex, but every time I've tried, Cordelia has fled. I think she picks up on me not being entirely comfortable with the topic. We've bought her books on the subject, but she hasn't read them, and they're buried somewhere in her room. Her fifth grade teacher spent a little bit of time on talking about puberty, but I'm not sure how much he covered except that it definitely didn't include sex of any sort. The school hasn't done anything to talk about where babies come from, even in heavily veiled language. When I was in elementary school, we covered at least some of that in third grade.
I do wonder what the pediatrician will do when I ask them about prescription birth control for Cordelia. I want her to have access and not depend entirely on having a condom handy (though I definitely want her using condoms, too. STIs are scary). I hope I don't have to search around for a different doctor for that.
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Date: 2014-07-11 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-11 06:04 pm (UTC)I also want to make sure she doesn't end up like my mother with my father and marrying someone simply because he says he'll die if she doesn't. I'm not sorry my parents married, but for anybody to marry my father is a mistake.
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Date: 2014-07-11 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 02:20 am (UTC)I agree with Twila about educating kids about sex many times over, in many contexts. We have preschool-level books and older-kid books about it, and sometimes I'll sit them down and tell them the "facts of life" again, and once my oldest did a school project about the reproductive system. I'm often surprised by how much didn't sink in on the first few tellings and needs to be re-told again. Lately at my house the most common way that a discussion about sex gets started is when it comes up in the context of daily life -- something on the news, or a TV show, or a book, or that they heard at school. I've tried to earn "cool mom" points by volunteering explanations of things that they are puzzled by. Talking about sex with the kids definitely gets easier the more I talk about it. I'm still worried that I haven't told them enough, even though I've tried to be thorough, and that there's more they need to know. But I figure that if I just keep talking, they'll keep gradually absorbing information, so hopefully eventually most of what they need to know will sink in.
Yikes: The older sister of one of Arlo's classmates just had a baby. The mom is in tenth grade, so she's about the same age as Arlo. I am so not ready for this. I can talk theory with the kids all day, but I am not mentally prepared yet for my own kids to be driving or having sex.