Number 2
The phrase ‘Number 2′ takes on a whole new meaning when you’re a mom. In this case, however, I’m only referring to the 2nd blog post. I’ve been blogging since the end of 1999, so it’s odd to be looking at a blank page and wondering what direction it will take. I never thought I’d run out of energy for words. But it seems that motherhood sucks words from your brain. I’ve got enough to say things like ‘backwards down the stairs, buddy’ or ‘two hands, dude’ or ‘inside voice, Macky.’ The ‘inside voice’ thing is a joke since he has no idea what I’m talking about and he’s really just discovering his voice.
My boy smiled for the camera for the very first time today. This was immediately after waking up from twelve hours of solid sleep. A full night’s sleep for the first time in months. The night before he was awake and screaming at the top of every 2nd hour. I was ready to pull my hair out. Last night he made it all the way through and I shot straight up at 6am terrified that something was wrong. I dashed to his room, shoved my finger under his nose to make sure he was breathing, and started breathing myself when I knew that he was.
I’m coming to it. I swear. Just give me a minute.