Mothering Two
I am learning how to balance the sometimes competing needs of my children.
Mostly I do okay.
I am learning how to balance the sometimes competing needs of my children.
Mostly I do okay.
You know you are a mother of a newborn when the number of times you have been puked on is greater than the number of hours you get to sleep.
Like you guys, everyone, most of all myself, want to know exactly what happened.
There are four facts that are irrefutable and that may shed light on what could have taken place:
After they finished the surgery, they took out all of the equipment they hooked me into including the epidural catheter from which I was told painkillers will be given for forty eight hours post delivery.
Hubby: Do you know what song is in my head?
Me: No.
Hubby: "REM's 'It's the End of the World as We Know It'."
I laugh.