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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008
hell hath no fury
i spent a lot of today staring at the pile of thank you cards i need to write. i got half of one written. it’s hard to write thank you cards when you’re it seems like you’re holding a nursing baby all the time. and i thought, in passing, how the hell did i get […]
33 Comments » - Posted in relationship stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Monday, October 20th, 2008
to the brim
my house is drowning. or rather, i feel like my house is drowning…to the outside observer, it more likely looks a little cluttered, overstuffed. and dusty, definitely dusty. but i can live with the dustbunnies…we reached a detente years ago, where they keep to their corners and i keep to mine. it’s the clutter, the […]
28 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,stuff to buy by bon
Friday, October 17th, 2008
perchance to dream
she sleeps on me. right from the word go, it’s been clear that Posey’s a snuggler, a natural bambino-in-arms. she burrows into chests and armpits with an instinctive fetal curl, an irrestibly tiny, hot package for whom human contact is a kind of morphine, a failsafe stupor-inducing comfort. i am a sucker. Posey’s nuzzliness has […]
40 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Wednesday, October 15th, 2008
in the light
October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day in the US. i don’t think the day has any official status here in Canada, and this year we’re too busy reeling from a ‘more things change the more they stay the same’ election up in these parts to see much in the news about it, […]
24 Comments » - Posted in coping stuff by bon
Thursday, October 9th, 2008
the womanly art of brain-feeding
before Posey was born, i wouldn’t have bet that i’d still be nursing her four weeks in. i would’ve hoped for it, rather like i hope for world peace and a flat stomach and the magical rebound of my ever-more-paltry retirement investments, but i’d given myself The Permission this time around. formula is not rat […]
60 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Sunday, October 5th, 2008
because i wanted to live deliberately
we traipsed into the woods like Hansel and Gretel…except, well, we were the parents. with our mini-me folk in tow. and there was no gingerbread house to be found. that, and getting lost in the woods in PEI is damn near impossible because if you keep walking you will, indubitably, end up either on a […]
14 Comments » - Posted in pondering stuff,stuff to be done by bon
Friday, October 3rd, 2008
due
today is Posey’s due date. it’s also my mom’s 60th birthday. in my first pregnancy, with Finn, my due date was a source of excitement and mystery. the 4th of August, proclaimed the calendar – or maybe the 3rd, but the 4th was Dave’s mom’s birthday and so we went with that, thinking how fortuitous, […]
49 Comments » - Posted in pregnancy stuff,stuff stuff by bon
Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
end of the beginning
the last day of September already. this month brought her to us, and its close makes me sentimental, wary, resistant…as if the turn of the calendar might make her vanish, too, ephemeral, something only dreamed. perhaps it is because she is my last baby, and i know this smallness will never be granted me again. […]
21 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff by bon
Friday, September 26th, 2008
big brother is watching
i didn’t realize he’d suddenly seem so HUGE. i didn’t realize how ambivalent i’d feel about that, about his seemingly shocking catapult leap from my baby to this…boy. this boy, this big, solid, willful boy with a sweet streak who’s coping with the arrival of his sibling relatively gracefully, really, but also bringing out the […]
39 Comments » - Posted in mama-baby stuff,pondering stuff by bon
Monday, September 22nd, 2008
gonna buy you a mockingbird
babybird she doesn’t need much. milk, Zantac for her nasty, nasty reflux, diapers, a warm chest to cuddle into. she wears her brother’s preemie-size handmedowns for now, mostly blue…though kind friends and family have ensured she will have more pink than i ever dreamed of to grow into once she gets out of doll-sized clothing. […]
