Those are what is getting me through the day. Not that things are bad here- I know how incredibly lucky I am. But there is the sleeplessness. (This is the two-to-three week growth spurt, right??? Tell me it is.) And there is the laundry. (Though the house still manages to smell like sour milk and how in the heck many burp cloths can we possibly go through in a day? This kid's a geyser.) And there is the nursing pain. Look away if you're squeamish. (No, I'm not going to show you photos. But still, I'm a bit...chewed.) Which is where the Humor comes in. The other night as I was wincing my way through a latch-on, wearing what I affectionately call my tutu, the following scenario:
Me: I don't get it. I did this for 13 months with the Biscuit. How can I be so bad at something I've already done for that long?
And then there's the Wisdom and camaraderie and just plain, "Yeah, I know" that you guys shared with me after my last post. I've been reading your comments and emails to Mr. Frick (who is very nice about all the weeping) and going over them in my mind and heart. As one very wise friend, Abi, put it, I've experienced a loss, as odd as it seems at this time of great gain, when we lose something, we grieve. It really helps to know how universal this experience is, so thank you.
My three-part program for dealing with my sadness has been to:
1. Write him a letter for the last page of his as-yet-to-be-assembled baby book, telling him my thoughts at this time of his becoming a Big Brother. This was extremely therapeutic. I highly recommend it.
2. Marry a SuperDad who comes equipped with an army of handsome "uncles" (scroll down) for the Biscuit who have submitted themselves to the sprinkler, become adept at "let's play farm," introduced him to Redskins fan-dom, and basically surrounded him with wonderful role models and love.
3. The magic word: Grandparents.
Oh, and the baby feet. Seen enough? How about one more before I go. There's laundry to do, after all.
(PS- You've seen all of these socks before. No FO's here, no siree. Except for the blue ones third from the top. Nova made those! Thanks, Nova!)