The days have been better since the beginning of peanut. No snow has been around since early November and rain has been very kind keeping the end of January warm and The Regions grass green.
The largest grin on my little lemonhead from ear to ear keeps me laughing. It's better than a coffee break. There's not much fun without him. The constant contact with the same old shmoes isn't easy and not on them God knows.
I've felt sucked dry. Sinks cleaned all day. Dishes too. Laundry every time. Baths. Constant suspense over whose watching who, break time, exhaustion, and exasperation
this town is for motorcycles with winding roads that stretch for miles. Bugs in your mouth no problem. Enchanting bars in the middle of a hog hangout no problem just be sure to have a boots, goggles, and a helmet. And no rocking the bikes on the back seat. Best way to make enemies is to wear sandles and dance on the back of a Harley. Love Jealousie.
Soap is put of the question. Pretry scents, and jewelry too for new moms. Baby is so new to mother earth they need generally only you. Weightless teas are not weightless teas get that one straight.
Running with milk jugs is the same as jogging and breastfeeding so bulky and swish swashy. No the milk dosent spill from breasts yet it will cause it to go flat from the shaking up and down while jogging.
Learn about books, babies will love them when they get older. And story problems so they can solve family problems such as who ate the cheese off the pizza and who stole my hearing aid...hint no one.
Then help find lost items with a small fee lessons come next while living with grandpa. When the millionth accident happened it had to be with Ethan. The sadness of the morning pushed back all I believed and could be into a very down and scared mother. His tiny skull bumped and healed in immeasurable time.
IV and blood samples breaking his newborn baby skin into the safest and kindest place a baby can be his mother's arms. Being faithful to this belief and seeing that it was in my arms Ethan's bump happened brought me to my knees to God.
As the ER nurses and doctors examined Ethan and put him in another ambulance going to Rileys somewhere past Indianapolis, I saw I.U. signs everywhere, but why; I was very moved by this and under a calm there was still chaos seething inside.
So much prayer,love,and care flooded Ethan's life. Rileys took good care of us all while a transformation again grabbed me and tightly squeezed the life out of me I had planned of a love and bond between Ethan and me so full of joy.
Doubt were large buckets of water dumped over me daily as Ethan needed strength and courage of a mother. Coming home a week later with the miracle Ethan was going to recover fine and the blood clots were closing up well, I feared he might have lost cognition and more.
He was healthy, happy, and loved. That was all I could discover and explore, while my family were interrogated by social services in our vulnerable and fragile time. A fresh c section wound, a couple a new parents, and a world with nothing for us.
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