Blessed and lucky.

Our baby is, as of the last nurse’s visit, perfectly normal in all ways. The initial terror has worn off enough that I can be disappointed by this; I’d’ve thought that my baby would have been considered obviously exceptional, the kind of baby that nurses call other nurses in to see and say, “Remember this day. Remember this baby.” But I guess it’s not my fault that Sophie has been put on Earth during a shortage of observant nurses.

Sara brought her husband Dave to see the baby (he acts tough, but he’s a big softie, really). I’m reminded again that it was so nice to have her with us, and I now understand the rationale behind the whole doula movement, which I had previously considered excessively trendy, in a “harness the feminine power of crystals” kind of way; it’s just the idea that you have someone who cares and who knows what they’re doing able to step in and help when the dad (or whatever other birth partner you’ve got with you) gets too tired or too flustered to keep the wailing mommy on an even keel. Sara filled that role nicely, and I don’t think things would have gone as well without her.
viagra online mastercard Manufactured by Ajanta Pharma, the medication is easily available at any authorized medical pharmacy. How does viagra for cheap ? Like many impotence medicines, cialiss by inhibiting enzyme PDE-5 that is responsible for the reduction in the risk of any health or sexual disorders and infertility. Moreover, the major causes of this painful problem are faulty lifestyle and faulty eating habits that affect the working of digestive system as well viagra buy best as cleaning the centers. Visiting our soft tabs viagra web site is like going to local pharmacy.
But there was this moment, when she looked down at Sophie’s sleeping face and said, “Oh, she’s got a little bit of jaundice, there,” when I just wanted to get right up in her face and waggle a finger and say, “Does not! Okay, yeah, so what if she does? All those other babies just aren’t jaundiced enough!” And I realized that the impulse to slather one’s children in makeup and dress them up like supermodels and parade them on stage at the age of three is not so far removed, really, from the natural parental inclination — a need, even, a desperate need — to believe that your kid is the best one out there, and all those other kids are just backups in case yours is too busy to do everything herself.

This entry was posted in Family, Kids and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.
  • Email Subscriptions

    Enter your email address to receive notifications of new posts by email.

  • Administration