Archive for August, 2009

better

28Aug09

I feel… better. (I say this with shoulders hunched, braced for the impact of an oncoming train. I don’t trust better, not really).
I wonder what I’m missing, to feel happy. My mind is on a constant, vigilant search for the pin that will pop all of this happiness, this normalcy into thin air, sending me back [...]


Last week Madeline began to count to ten.
This is what happens when I go to work, it seems: she busily plays with her friends at her dayhome, and she’s learning the entire time. When she’s home for the day with her Grammy, it’s even worse: total one-on-one attention, and by the time I get home [...]


not a big deal

20Aug09

I had a really great morning. Madeline woke up early (for her) at 6am; when I walked into the room to get her out of her prison crib she grinned up at me. “Hi!” she chirruped. Then, pointing at the rocking chair: “Rock! Rock?”
So we did, and I stroked her hair, and before I knew it [...]


I’m still upset about Madeline’s birth.
It’s a stupid thing, an infinitesimally small thing, but a thing for me nonetheless.
I wanted to be stronger. I wanted it to go differently. I wanted a normal, natural birth. Whatever that is, right? I read, I researched, Jimmy and I discussed pain management. What I thought might work for me. [...]


spattergroit

17Aug09

If you’re thinking that the post title makes no sense, well, it probably doesn’t. Probably because you’re a Muggle who needs to go read up on Harry Potter, preferably as soon as possible. I started to type “scatterbrain” but what came out was “spattergroit” and I’m going with it. The magical among us will know [...]