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Jun. 1st, 2012 03:56 pmThis moment twelve years ago, I was lying in a bed in a recovery room, waiting for a room upstairs to open up so I could be moved to it and somebody would bring me my firstborn child. I was extremely doped up on two spine-loads of duomorph, since the first hadn't fully taken, and saying a lot of crazy nonsense like, "I'm sorry Grant's parents are sausages," and "Don't worry, Mr Nerenberg will be right back, he lets me come in his office all the time." But I fought through the crazy narcotic haze, by golly, and stayed awake until someone brought Her.
And then I pulled her in close, and felt complete and at ease, and she immediately started nursing, and we both fell asleep for a long time, and I was...a mother.
Today, I am excited as hell that I actually found a bakery that was willing to make Ananda a My Little Pony (friendship is magic; the new series that is not really like the old one) cake - she just changed her facebook page to all Flutterby stuff, so this is gonna be awesome, and all her brony friends will think the pictures are so cool ;) The baker did not really understand the Hipster nonsense in the image I sent him, but he also didn't care either way.
We had breakfast out together. She's pretty great.
Just as I sat pondering how my youngest has turned 5 and graduated from preschool to being a Kindergartner, and that Annie will really be a teenager just next summer, and how different life is now vs when we had babies and toddlers and messes and disasters and fits and diapers all the time, Elise decided to help me along with some nostalgia.
Act I: She dug nasty things out of the trash, and put them in her mouth.
Act II: She broke one of her glass things everywhere and then freaked out about it.
Act III: She had explosive liquid-diarrhea poop all over the kids' bathroom floor.
Every one of those things is damned unusual, so I'm assuming this drama was just to aid me in my reminiscing. Mission accomplished, Elise - I am ready to roll with only big kids all over again ;)
And then I pulled her in close, and felt complete and at ease, and she immediately started nursing, and we both fell asleep for a long time, and I was...a mother.
Today, I am excited as hell that I actually found a bakery that was willing to make Ananda a My Little Pony (friendship is magic; the new series that is not really like the old one) cake - she just changed her facebook page to all Flutterby stuff, so this is gonna be awesome, and all her brony friends will think the pictures are so cool ;) The baker did not really understand the Hipster nonsense in the image I sent him, but he also didn't care either way.
We had breakfast out together. She's pretty great.
Just as I sat pondering how my youngest has turned 5 and graduated from preschool to being a Kindergartner, and that Annie will really be a teenager just next summer, and how different life is now vs when we had babies and toddlers and messes and disasters and fits and diapers all the time, Elise decided to help me along with some nostalgia.
Act I: She dug nasty things out of the trash, and put them in her mouth.
Act II: She broke one of her glass things everywhere and then freaked out about it.
Act III: She had explosive liquid-diarrhea poop all over the kids' bathroom floor.
Every one of those things is damned unusual, so I'm assuming this drama was just to aid me in my reminiscing. Mission accomplished, Elise - I am ready to roll with only big kids all over again ;)
