Monday, December 13, 2010
Happy Birthday, Monkey!
--I remember a very similar week, four years ago. Monkey still wasn't due for several weeks, but I had a feeling he was coming early, so I had been working like a crazy person to get sub plans in place that could be stepped into at any time, and by anyone, in case my sub wasn't ready yet when I went into labor.
Sure enough, I remember one morning--the day before Jabber's third birthday--when I got up and thought, "Oh, no way. I really cannot see how I am possibly going to keep doing this for the next week and a half." It felt like there was no possible way there was even a millimeter more room in my abdomen to house that lively child, and there wasn't a chance that I was going to be able to find the energy to complete a single thing that evening. Nothing, that is, except labor and birth.
And then...everything stopped. Life grew slow and syrupy sweet, and whole stacks of hours passed doing nothing more productive than snuggling and gazing and nursing.
He's still that person, even at his craziest, most frenetic pace. He can stop time, for a while--erase obligations--with the magic of his hugs.