Reaching Out

I really don’t know why I’m writing this.

It is past midnight. My adorable (but almost unbearably fussy) little guy is wheezing happily in his crib. We just had the ceremonial “changing of the guard” in which the baby is brought down to the parent who has been holed up in our spare bedroom (aka The Baby Bunker) and passed off so the other one can get some rest. And here I am blogging.

I think I need a little normalcy. A little outlet? Somewhere to record all this awesome craziness that is now my life.

It’s funny, I had the nursery all ready. I had stacks of onesies washed in special baby detergent, and a giant basket of diapers, and a stack of books on breastfeeding. I’d taken my classes, read my online articles, hedged my bets. And as it turns out, there’s simply no preparing for this thing called parenthood.

Sam. Born 3/14/13 at a very alert 8 lbs 13 oz with an abundance of hair and a fan club already waiting.

Comments

  1. Sandie says:

    Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful baby boy! Enjoy the moment, and when you least expect it – he’ll become the man of your dreams!
    So happy for you both!

  2. david says:

    Quick edit: Sammy boy was born 3/14/13, not 4/14/13. Easy mistake to make at 1 am with no sleep ;)

  3. Miz T says:

    I’m so glad to see it went well and I’m sure you’re all beside yourselves with happiness.

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