After I wrote yesterday’s post, I remembered a moment I’d had one day when E woke up from her nap–a good year ago, if not more. And I thought at the time that there was no better definition for how I felt (which was tired, worn, and otherwise struggling) than poured out. It fit so perfectly. Parenthood is so often…
Category: Moments
Let Me Count the Ways
It’s funny how perceptions and fears can change over the course of a pregnancy. At first, I was very trepidatious about how on earth I could ever love R as much as I love E. E and I have had so many moments–so much time–that R and I won’t ever be able to have, because E was once an only…
Cry it out: stubbornness!
So, it turns out that being convinced of cry-it-out and being accomplished at it are two different things! E has defied all expectations–in a bad way. After some three whole weeks of misery, we’re still at misery. A lot less misery than there was a week ago, but the child is still crying every time we put her down, taking…