I was pregnant with my 2nd when my son was 2 years old. I carried him alot initially till the bump got bigger and i cut down alot. He would notice how i struggled to walk up the overhead bridge that we'd use on our way to school. He'd ask me to carry him at times, and i told him i've no strength to carry him, can he please hold my hand instead and help me walk on? he would accept it and walk with me. and that wasnt the end. he would ask every 10mins. and got the same answer and walked
he did not like the stroller, so i'd use his tricycle and push him to the playground/ shops/ library. we had no helper till i was abt 8mths into the pregnancy. my husband would take over evening and weekends, bring him out with his tricycle, play ball or get groceries.
During this time, we did alot of craft, where i could sit down and work with him. we began making lanterns to light up the home, so that dad would not feel lonely, when we went back to our home country to give birth. it was great. he believed in the cause, spent 1-2 hrs everyday, just cutting, painting, pasting. for 5-6mths!
i also went to our building's playground everyday for 1.5hrs. he would climb + play. i could sit and watch him. when he needed my interaction, we would blow bubbles and snuggle up to read stories. towards the end of my pregnancy, we were still wall painting and walking ard the parks and playgrounds (2x!) everyday.
i couldnt do things very fast, or carry him much. but we still had our fun, just slower and he came out more independent and can i use the word "empathetic"? that he can take care of mummy as much i take care of him.
