Today I feel hit-by-a-truck tired. X is off to school as usual. K and I were going to go to a play date at a park down on the Lake, but I can't face all the people that will be there. Last time I saw those people was a week before Salome was born, and I don't want to have That Conversation today. It goes "You look fantastic! What did you have? Where's your baby?" Instead Matt, K and myself might go to a friend's place for a play date / lunch.
We had a chaplain from X's school come around yesterday. X has had some very frank discussions with this woman, and I am happy that there is someone outside our household that X can talk to about what is going on and what she thinks and feels about it.
K's Salome-related play has reduced, and I am grateful for that, because her play was so accurate it was like groundhog day for me. Her beloved teddy is still in the same box she was in when it was a pretend NICU bed, but now the box is sometimes a camping bed or a car. K had stored up a lot of big sister caring-for-the-baby energy before Salome's birth, and that energy has got to go somewhere. I know the feeling.
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