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a monday evening in July

I keep trying to think of something profound to write, about being a new mom, about my funny little baby. About expectations and reality. About the intense ordeal of giving birth to a baby. There’s just too much I think. Too much to fit all into one coherent idea. Or several connected ideas. I keep trying to write the story of his birth, but then realizing that the only people who would be interested in his birth story are other pregnant women about to give birth.

And time – there will be an hour free here or there. I have to decide quickly and so carefully how I’ll spend that hour. Do I want to check my e-mail? Paint my toenails? Read a book? Take a nap? I don’t know why, but I never quite realized how little sleep we would be getting. I certainly don’t think I ever assumed I would be getting plenty of sleep. I just don’t think I even thought about it at all. The whole time I was pregnant, when sleeping was uncomfortable, I just couldn’t wait to have my body back again so I could sleep. Now sleep is so very nice, but there is no time for it.

What is there to say then? My baby makes noises like a goat, snorts like a pig. He barks like a dog in his sleep. He smiles when he is sleeping too. And instead of letting me give him his bottle, he attacks it, like it might go somewhere, like he has to hunt it before some other hungry baby gets it first. I don’t know how or why he learned to do that, but it is hilarious!

3 thoughts on “a monday evening in July”

  • That picture is adorable! I love that expression on his face!

    Yeah, sleep is wonderful, when you actually get it. Maybe you’ll get lucky and Dylan will be one of those babies that learns to sleep through the night quickly. It took Jonas over a year, but now he sleeps like a rock, once he gives up and closes his eyes.

    I had almost forgotten all of those cute noises that babies make, the grunts and snorts, and that cute little instinctual rooting and attacking of the bottle. Precious, isn’t it?

    Glad to hear that he has remained a big and healthy baby and that, despite your lack of rest, you’re settling into this new world of parenthood well.

    My love to all three of you.

  • For me, the scariest moment was when we gently put that new baby in the carseat and drove away from the hospital.

    He’s beautiful. Take lots of pictures. They really do grow up fast.

    Congrats again…

  • Congrats again on the beautiful baby. Share as many stories as you can because I am going to need all the advice I can get!!

    Love you both very much and cannot wait to see you guys!

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