Mr. Guy Smiley, Hallelujah!!! You have started SLEEPING and it makes me want to hit the caps lock and sing your praises. Thank you, sweet boy, for finally deciding that nighttime is the best time to sleep. I don’t even care if you ever nap predictably during the day because you sleep at night. (Remind me I said that.) Your…
To my son, Good lord you are a cute little person. You make me stupid with your cute. (And I don’t care if I’m biased. I should be biased; I’m your mother.) I love your tiny hands and little toes and kissable nose and the consistent mohawk that your hair enjoys becoming. You started grinning back at us in the…
This whole mom thing is a little easier, in some respects, the second time around. And it’s simultaneously harder by a frigging long shot. It’s easier because my son’s arrival wasn’t as jarring as his sister’s. Going from no kids to one kid was like WHOA. Going from one kid to two kids was lowercase whoa. Chris and I are…
There’s a little boy who lives in my house now and he seems to likes us. He likes his big sister and he likes his mom and dad and he likes the cats. He likes socks. And fluffy blankets when we go on walks. And he loves taking naps while the sun shines through the living room windows. All awesome. What…
Day in the Life of a New (Old) Mom … with Diabetes.
Diabetes and Family, Diabetic Mommy, Real Life DiabetesSix years ago, I was adjusting to motherhood for the first time during Diabetes Blog Week, and one of the post prompts was to write about a day in the life with diabetes. My day in the life was flanked on all sides by figuring out what to do with a newborn, so I chronicled that. And just before my…
… he’s definitely not the Kraken. That nickname will never stick because so far, our littlest friend is mild mannered. He’s more Clark Kent than Kraken. (Mixing my superheroes and myths this morning; feel free to blame the sleep debt and my attempt to repay it with caffeine.) But he’s home, and even though he’s a sweet boy, he’s still…
There’s another kid in my house now, and he’s two weeks old as of this afternoon. But how did he escape, you ask? Sunroof exit! Here is some of the how and why my son came a bit earlier than expected. That Tuesday morning two weeks ago came with the promise of another long drive to Beth Israel hospital in Boston,…
Our kitchen table has four chairs, and for several years, we had our family of three at the table for four. But three chairs filled felt right at the time. Except when it didn’t. A few years ago, that fourth chair became this thing for me, like it should have A Person for it. There was a feeling that someone was…
Yesterday, I was a rotten patient. At this point in my previous pregnancy, I had already been in hospital on bedrest for two weeks, so this whole rolling around on the “outside” while a few days shy of 37 weeks pregnant is new to me. The emotions I felt on bedrest were really volatile and I cried a lot and…
(Edit: I had originally written “naval gazing” instead of “navel gazing.” Thus illustrating the point of this post, which is that my mind is quickly becoming mush. Thanks, Bobby, for the edit. 🙂 ) It’s week 35 of this fetus party. All I have left to give are bullet points. My stomach moves. Often. To be more precise, it’s my…
A quick-ish update on pregnancy stuff. It’s week 25 and I’m deep into the second trimester, just about ready to launch into the third and final lap on this baby stuff. Warning: I’m feeling uncomfortable and whiny this evening, so read this post through a lens of hopefully-forgiveable waaaaaaaaah. Blood sugars. I have them. And they continue to be weird. I…