Parenting

From New Parent:

“Wow!” “Congrats!” “We are so happy for you!” These are statements my husband and I heard over and over again when we told people we were pregnant with our daughter. Later, when announcing our pregnancy with our son, the reaction couldn’t have been more different. Most people thought we were joking. Some said, “Really?” and “No way.” Others even said, “You know how that happens right?” and “Was it an accident?”

Alone in the dark, I asked Esme a question: "Is Susie mean to you...?"

Three days ago I finally got the hell out of my house. I think a lot of you were right--that six weeks thing was a little excessive, and now that I look back on it I don't even know if my doctor meant six weeks before we go into public, before we go into crowds, or before we go insane. I think the excessiveness might have had a little to do with post-H1N1 hysteria or something.

Even though I've had a few outings here and there since her birth--to her doctor's appointments and mine, for example, it took four weeks for me to work up the courage to start really incorporating my baby into my daily life and to take her with me alone, without help schleping the mass of stuff that comes along with a baby. Without backup on standby if she throws a fit. Making a four-week-old fit into a 23-year-old's life is easier said than done...

I make really stupid decisions sometimes.  The problem with me (or perhaps an amazing attribute), is that I’m great at justification, rationalization and twisting an idea just so, to fit what I need.  Typically, the fallout of being built this way just lands on me.  Ok ok and Anson too, as this super power also extends to arguments and the ability to twist things in a very nuanced way.  Back to my stupidity, though –  I had two situations come up recently that I think I might have blown.  They both involve leaving Roan unattended, not for a very long time, but still – unattended...