Aunt-hood
I am an aunt.
He is the cutest little perfect tiny human being ever.
Including:
Baby sized hang-nails
Baby acne
A squished nose
Lots of hair
A nice baby smell
Baby smiles
Baby-sticking-its-tongue-out-at-you-s
Sleeping baby-style
He was born on Wednesday night, around 11pm, and has been doing all the normal baby things since then.
I spent an hour in the hospital today holding him and letting Neil and Alex get a bit of sleep. In order to do this and still evade rush-hour traffic or driving in the dark, I skipped workshop. I told Jenni, who is in my group, "I'm not coming to workshop today." When asked why my response was "I have familial obligations." She responded with oh, right, the little nephew. My mother should be some kind of happy to think I feel some kind of familial attachment here; she's so afraid that none of her children know what it is to have "clan" (which is anything beyond the usual mother-father-siblings). We know what it is, we just don't feel it for any of our cousins/uncles/etc. It's hard when you've only really ever seen them maybe a dozen times in your life.
I am going to be a good aunt.
Eventually I'll figure out how one does that.
Afterwords:
I stopped taking pills because of panic-tuesday, and my anxiety levels have gone down, but my wired-and-awake levels are still fairly high, making me a bit like Helen-plus when I'm awake and some kind of utterly inanimate object when I'm asleep. It's good. Satisfying.
He is the cutest little perfect tiny human being ever.
Including:
Baby sized hang-nails
Baby acne
A squished nose
Lots of hair
A nice baby smell
Baby smiles
Baby-sticking-its-tongue-out-at-you-s
Sleeping baby-style
He was born on Wednesday night, around 11pm, and has been doing all the normal baby things since then.
I spent an hour in the hospital today holding him and letting Neil and Alex get a bit of sleep. In order to do this and still evade rush-hour traffic or driving in the dark, I skipped workshop. I told Jenni, who is in my group, "I'm not coming to workshop today." When asked why my response was "I have familial obligations." She responded with oh, right, the little nephew. My mother should be some kind of happy to think I feel some kind of familial attachment here; she's so afraid that none of her children know what it is to have "clan" (which is anything beyond the usual mother-father-siblings). We know what it is, we just don't feel it for any of our cousins/uncles/etc. It's hard when you've only really ever seen them maybe a dozen times in your life.
I am going to be a good aunt.
Eventually I'll figure out how one does that.
Afterwords:
I stopped taking pills because of panic-tuesday, and my anxiety levels have gone down, but my wired-and-awake levels are still fairly high, making me a bit like Helen-plus when I'm awake and some kind of utterly inanimate object when I'm asleep. It's good. Satisfying.