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Our New Normal

Posted on August 30, 2012

When my husband’s Bestie called to tell us he was planning a visit late in August to meet his nephew, my first thought was “No way, no how!” Not because Hubby’s Bestie is the ONE person in the world who knows how to turn all my cranks out of joint and loves to, but because just a few weeks ago I was more than just a little overwhelmed. Turns out the secret to beating that pesky overwhelmed and terrifying feeling is as simple as can be – just accept your “new normal”. A woman with no name who brings food and wipes baby’s bums. This, my friends, is what I do. My new normal includes a messier than usual apartment that unfortunately smells a…

Bad Mojo

Posted on August 24, 2012

Considering I got a “loving earful” as a reaction from my family when they read my last post, I’ve decided maybe this week I best blog again with my positivity hat and shoes on. But sadly, on the tail end of another night where Jonah didn’t really sleep and Hubby and I sat in silence out of necessity to not start fighting … frankly I am not feeling too peppy. Don’t pick up the phone mom, J and I had it out and subsequently made up right afterwards. Hubby and I don’t “fight” as in yelling back and forth or throwing punches to the nose. Our style is much mellower. It usually goes like this, we sit and stew for several hours (and in…

C-section of the Heart

Posted on August 22, 2012

The worst side effect of the C-section is guilt. This is one of the painful parts of recovery that your doctor doesn’t go over with you before they wheel you into the OR. We were held hostage in the hospital for four of the most agonizing days after my surgery. A couple to recover from being sliced open and stitched back up and a couple more because baby Jo dropped 12% of his birth weight while he and I struggled through learning how to breast feed. He’d go left and I’d go right kind of thing. He was a demon sucker and somehow his tiny mouth quickly tore through my much larger by comparison nipples. Every time he cried for them, my nips screamed…

Defining Moments

Posted on August 12, 2012

When Jonah came into this world I could not speak. When my husband sat beside me and as he stroked my hair and told me he loved me with tears in his eyes, I still could not speak. It wasn’t a reaction to any medication or because I had nothing to say but for some reason, at the time of my c-section as it all took place, I was completely numb and my words disappeared. For a writer and a girl with a mouth like a pistol this was a very unexpected reaction. Now I’m not a follower of any religion or faith in particular, I might describe myself as a spiritual person if you catch me on the right day and I have…