Hello Brain
Let's see, what has happened in the last month.
Had another baby
Moved to my moms house
Fired a postpartum nanny
Moved back to my own house
Esme went to daycare for 3 days and came home with a cold.
Cold became fever
Paul gets a fever
Baby gets a runny nose.
Sent Esme home to moms. Mom gets fever
I get fever. Dad gets fever. We are start coughing and fevering.
We hire a full time nanny. We live in fear she gets sick.
We go see doctors. We go to the ER. People see us and immediately leave and return wearing 6 more layers of protective shields.
I wake up dreading the evening, of sleeping 2 hours at a time. But I also dread the coming of the morning, of the whole day.
I dread phone calls, and emails, and lack of emails. I dread naps. I dread eating. I dread laundry. I am a dreadlocks of dread.
HOWEVER. the babies are cute. The bigger one is incredibly cute, and also, unexpectedly beautiful. I love looking at her, and when other people tell us she's beautiful, even when she's feverish and out of it, i'm like, yeah, yeah i KNow!
I say this because I notice the little one wasn't born as beautiful. And it's of no choice of his, but why. what does it mean?