I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
There are several mom’s groups I’ve joined over the past several months, but my favorite is a coffeehouse story time that I accidentally stumbled upon. Our babies are all around the same age and I’ve become good friends with the other mothers.
Several of us were talking about a Christmas gift for the story book reader, and as I was driving home, I was thinking about that. I had these ideas – tell me what you think?
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I Can’t Stay Mad at You
My birth father doesn’t know about the Wee One. At least, I didn’t tell him, though in these days of internet, he may know. His first grandchild, and he doesn’t know – we haven’t talked in 14 years. In the past, the few times we did talk, I was resentful of him and the years of abuse, but I was also hopeful for reconciliation. Then, when his current wife was reaching out to me, (a really fucking interesting series of conversations there),
The Wee One got up at 5:00 this morning, God help us. She’s been sniffly and her sleep was disjointed last night. I got up with her, we did our morning things, and she took her first (blessedly long) nap. After we got up from that and had been up for awhile, Cohiba got up as well and came out to the living room to greet us. While he was holding her,
Today, I have been lucky enough to be a guest blogger on the Seeker’s Dungeon blog and a monthlong series the host is doing on, as the title promises, Walking With Intention.
“The concept of “intention” has never held very much meaning for me beyond a few experiences with Catholic volunteers. It was a nice, though abstract, concept. Living intentionally never became so important to me until I had a baby.”
Check out the rest, and tell me what you think!
*I assume.
Given the amount of drool, finger chewing, and tongue-running-over-gums I’m seeing, I can only surmise the Wee One is working on a new tooth. She didn’t really want to be put down yesterday, and I spent a lot of time wearing her and holding her close, during which time I could engage in a little mental exercise:
Continue reading “Ten Things Probably Less Painful Than Teething*”
I’m not a fan of today. Today has been a little trying. Last night was the first night the Wee One spent in her crib and not with us. She didn’t sleep well, and then she didn’t nap well today. She’s also getting a new tooth, and so she’s been clingy and whiney all day.
After the last hour and a half, I feel like I need applause.
I’m working with my Wee One and her sleep (but she’s also in a sleep regression, I think, so maybe I shouldn’t be doing anything with it right now?) She screamed for longer than I liked, and I reassured her here and there, then I just realized: she’s not calming down, she’s not sleeping: this is not working.
<hang head>
I have no idea what I’m doing.
So, I look around my living room: no applause? Oh well. I’ll settle for wine and a chocolate chip cookie.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Admirers.”
The nine month sleep regression is upon Sahara’s household, and God help us, please don’t last long. It’s iike I have a newborn again. In effort to look on the positive, as I am intentional about doing when it pertains to my Wee One, I’m going to find 10 good things about being up so much during the night. Just call me Pollyanna.
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Awhile ago I reblogged a post on what it means to date a girl without a father, and I think there needs to be a follow up article on what it means to have a child with a woman without a father. Just like its tricky to date one, its tricky to start a family with one.
Here’s what you need to know:
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When we brought the Wee One home from the hospital, the first few days were, as promised, difficult. Recovering from surgery, tired, in pain, feeding the Wee One every few hours, crying, struggling with the latch, what felt like endless pumping…
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 