My Week in Motherhood
> AA has now had a runny nose for 20 days straight. A week ago, he gained a sore throat, cough, and wheezing on top of that. To say we've been a little bit miserable would be an understatement. There is nothing more pathetic than a sad baby...and there's also nothing more hilarious. Obviously I feel horrible that he feels horrible, but sometimes he's just so melodramatic about it, I have to hold in my laughter.
> Caring for a sick baby is almost as exhausting as being sick yourself. It has been yet another lesson in "So this is how my mother felt!" I remember how comforting and better it felt to be near my mom when I was sick as a kid; it is incredibly humbling to know that I'm doing the same for AA now, too.
> One morning this week, I started singing "The Circle of Life" to AA while he sat in his high chair and I emptied the dishwasher, and I got so overwhelmed by emotion, I couldn't finish. Not even because I was thinking about the meaning of life or anything deep...I just literally love The Lion King to the point of tears.
> As the sickness stuck around and each day got a little harder, I noticed that I slowly devolved into a total slob. On Monday, I had fixed hair, make-up on, and wore real clothes; today, I have day 3 hair, no make up, and wore sweats. Just ran out of energy!
> I want, need, and will possibly physically and mentally collapse if I don't get a little break this weekend. Scott has promised me 3 baby-free hours out of the house! I'm imagining something simple: a Target trip without a car seat in the cart, a smoothie while I sit in the sun at a park, and maybe even an afternoon matinee. Isn't it amazing how in just 4 months an afternoon like that has become a total luxury - and something that has to be planned in advance?!
> I am now a woman who picks her child's boogers and wipes his nose on her clothes.
> This evening during the witching hour, I took AA for a quick stroll outside before we started to put him to bed. All of a sudden, I realized I was standing barefooted in my front yard with a baby on my hip. It may sound silly, but that's what I always pictured being a mom would look like. And there I was, doing it. Finally. I've arrived at the place I've been dreaming of. And it feels really good.