Juliet, born November 28th, 2009, at 9:27am. She weighed in at 7lbs 2oz. (yes, I’m finally posting this 3 weeks later…it’s been a little busy…read on)
We are nesting now, hard core. Everything is all fuzzy and warm. Day melts into night, then back into day again. When did someone drape a wet, heavy rug on my head? Because that’s what it feels like to me. I am exhausted all of the time. I go to bed tired. I wake up tired. I feel like I’m back in a college pulling all-nighters, only I’m older now and not as spry on the rebound. I have an odd inkling that I’m in a sleep deprivation study, permanently. Is this the next stage in parenthood?
I’m more forgetful now. I keep paying bills twice. It’s even crazier now because of Christmas. I’ve been running around trying to be as efficient as before and deluding myself that I can do it. I almost can. But I feel things slipping away. I’m losing my grip.
The difference this time is that we already have a daughter, who’s now 4. She needs to be fed still, and clothed, and paid attention to. I’m trying to involve her in Baby Juliet’s life, but it’s hard. Their world’s are so far away from each other.
And then Maddie and I still have to go out into the world, the real world, which seems so fast and loud and dirty and cold. How can anyone survive out there?
We hurry home to our nest. We are lucky.
This will be a Christmas to remember. Or not. What day is it again?