Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Making me Happy - June
Jack is so interested in outer space these days. Fortunately, we've got lots of space books, and we've gotten some videos from the library. I also came across these posters at art.com:
The vegetable garden in May:
The vegetable garden in June:
The vegetable garden in May:
The vegetable garden in June:
Monday, June 15, 2009
Post. Just post.
This should be post-partum, or post-pregnancy, or post-birth. But there has been so much going on, I can't sum it up in one word. Post-chaos, maybe.
We had a baby on May 10th, and I had a successful VBAC, and no, I didn't die, which almost never happens, but that's not the same as never. And then I had a major depressive episode and spent three weeks wishing I had died there in the delivery room. And then there were doctors and meds and sleepless nights and going back to work and money and all that. But Charlie is doing well, he's getting the hang of sleeping at night, and he's starting to smile and laugh. That makes things much easier.
It's hard. Sometimes I wish I wasn't here, but somewhere else alone. The desert maybe, watching the sun set, or Paris, sitting in a cafe and maybe not quite alone. Being a mother involves a certain loss of identity - you sometimes feel as if you are the least important person in your house. But you aren't; you are the most important person, but only for what you can give.
We had a baby on May 10th, and I had a successful VBAC, and no, I didn't die, which almost never happens, but that's not the same as never. And then I had a major depressive episode and spent three weeks wishing I had died there in the delivery room. And then there were doctors and meds and sleepless nights and going back to work and money and all that. But Charlie is doing well, he's getting the hang of sleeping at night, and he's starting to smile and laugh. That makes things much easier.
It's hard. Sometimes I wish I wasn't here, but somewhere else alone. The desert maybe, watching the sun set, or Paris, sitting in a cafe and maybe not quite alone. Being a mother involves a certain loss of identity - you sometimes feel as if you are the least important person in your house. But you aren't; you are the most important person, but only for what you can give.
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