I can’t remember the last time I had a chance to sit down at the computer and write. I know I always complain that time is flying by, but it seems to be a moving at warp speed right now. I just can’t keep up.
Both boys have been sick, which hasn’t helped. Littleman developed a cold last weekend and had to stay home last Monday. He’s gotten pretty good at wiping his own nose (and not even on his shirt – mostly!) but he doesn’t realize that he can use the tissue for more than one quick swipe. I’d leave for a quick moment to feed his brother and return to find him buried in a pile of barely used tissues.
Then, a few days later, Bo woke up from an afternoon nap with super raspy breathing. Poor little guy. We cranked up the humidifier and (thankfully) he slept like a champ for a couple of days and it definitely on the mend now. There’s nothing I hate more than seeing my babies sick!
D was busy with work and other commitments through most of the week so I was on my own a lot with the kids. Not feeling well, partnered with shitty weather (and just being three, probably) made Littleman into a bit of a monster. I thought we were getting past the worst of the threenage angst, but good lord, this week has been a challenge.
I’ve been reading a lot of novels on my phone these days during nursing. It’s one of the few quiet times I have during the day and, after catching up on blog reading, I really enjoy getting lost in a good book. The last couple of books I’ve read, though – all unrelated to each other – have included characters who suffered from miscarriage, infertility or stillbirth. None of those things were the central theme of the books and so I didn’t see it coming when I started reading. And still, after all the time that’s gone by, it hits me hard to read about it. I felt the lump in my throat this morning when a woman had to call her husband to tell him about her miscarriage at 16 weeks. I could so clearly remember the moment I called D to tell him. And when I read about her waking from her D&C, all I could picture was the room I was in…the nurse sitting at a desk nearby, me asking what time it was, wanting a glass of water, wanting it all to be not real.
So now that Christmas season is upon us, I think I need to find myself some jollier reading material. Any suggestions?