I need to write, but I’ve been choosing sleep.
I don’t know what to say anyway.
I need to write about Ethan’s birth, because I think it’s a story that needs to be shared. I need to write about this first week, because I need to make some sense of it. I need to remember all this by writing about it here, but that will have to wait.
For now, a gratitude list:
- Newborn smell.
- Little boys who have become big brothers and really, really like helping.
- Sisters who never fail to step up.
- Husbands who get it.
- Peri bottles. (What? Whoever invented these deserves an award.)
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In other news, I’ve got a post up at Just.Be.Enough today. It’s about feeling like I’m not as much of a mom as those who take care of two kids on their own. I wrote it before Ethan was born and I’m not sure how I feel about this now, but it’s still something I’m pondering. Come read.
