Friday, August 3, 2012

My Middle, Only Child....

There's lots out there on birth order research...character traits and such associated with each based on the order in which a child is born.

Only children are like X

First-born children are like Y.

Middle children are like Z.

Youngest children are the babies.


Luke gets to sort of claim all of the above.  He is being raised as my first and only.  He is the middle child, no doubt, yet our baby, and quite possibly the only baby we will get to raise.

Where does he fall in with those character traits?

He certainly is like an Only child.  Not terribly fond of others wanting to share his tricycle.

He certainly is like a First-born...he likes order and routine and structure and things that have places and places for things.

He certainly is a Middle child...doing silly things to get attention, and sometimes acting pretty impatient—as if he doesn't expect what he wants to happen is going to happen. (Wonder from where he gets that?)

And boy, oh boy does he act like the youngest...the baby...He knows how to play his mama like a fiddle.  Sweet smiles as he purposely stands in the chair, fully knowing I've told him a million times to sit on his bottom.  Cute little eye rolls up as if he's questioning whether or not I'm going to stop him when he is blowing bubbles in his milk.

Yesterday, he was throwing a fit.  No reason.  Just a full-on FIT because he was in his high-chair and didn't want to eat.  He is still not eating like I'd like him to, and he'd hardly had ANYTHING to eat all day.  So, I just walked away.  I sat on the stairs where he couldn't see me and let him cry for about 4-5 minutes.  I kept watching to see what he was doing; he didn't know I was watching him, but he'd cry, then stop, look around play with his toys on his tray, then look around again and repeat.  As if he was crying for principle's sake but had really forgotten why he was crying in the first place.  When he stopped completely, I walked around the corner again as if nothing was going on, smiled, bounced around happily and let him get out of his chair.  He had an enormous grin...reached for me, hugged me and kissed me as if he was SO happy to see me and then pulled out all his tricks to get me to grin...showing me my nose and his nose; my teeth and his teeth.  Giggling like a goofy little boy who figured he'd better be sure to get back in the good graces of his mama.

So clever already.

Throwing a FIT because we would not let him get into Daddy's Truck.  He LOVES pretending to drive this truck!!!
I am without a doubt a First-born, Oldest child.  Anyone who knows me pretty much can attest to that.

I'm very curious to see how he turns out...and especially if he stays my Middle, Only child.

I start stims on Monday.  Am in the middle of all the lupron shots now.  Will be going up to VA on the 10th to start the monitoring at Shady Grove with a tentative retrieval of the 18th and tentative transfer of the 21st or 23rd.

And then, we wait and see.


  1. What a great post as always!! You are such an awesome Mom and I know Luke will grow in to a fine young man!! I love how he exhibits so many traits from all the different birth orders, I just wish that he had his brothers to share them with. Praying for you and this next cycle. <3 <3 <3

  2. I've wondered the same thing. My son is technically our fourth, and we're definitely more lax on things then we were with the first three, so he's a lot like the youngest. But since we don't have the first three anymore, people just think he's a spoiled only. Ha ha.

    Praying for you!

  3. great post... and funny re: Luke and the car -- our SC is the same way -- so happy to see you enjoying him so much!