Haven’t posted in a few months. Life lives.
Oompa-Loompa was born on January 22. He came into the world here at our home; it was a beautiful waterbirth. A healing birth.
He’s three months old now. He’s really figured out how to function earthside, and he is a mostly happy baby now.
Munchkin turned three years old in March.
She’s had a few rough patches over the last few months, but she is still my sweet, caring daughter on the inside. I’ve been able to see how she deals with stress, and unfortunately she deals with it kind of like me: retreating to seclusion and shutting everyone else out. Oh, and crying a lot. I wish I could have some do-overs lately.
Nobody told me that the mommy guilt would hit like a Peterbuilt semi after #2 is born. I think that’s been the hardest part of a handful of hard parts.
But every day is a new start. A clean slate. An opportunity to create more love in our lives.
The Husband’s father (my father-in-law) is very near the end of his life. He will be departing within the next day or two. We went to see him earlier this month, and while I wish we would have gone sooner, I’m glad he got to see his grandkids one last (and, for Oompa, first) time. Hopefully The Husband will be able to make it in time to say goodbye himself.
It’s surreal. The Husband is only 26 years old, too young to have to say goodbye to his father. Papa Gerald is only ten days short of his 56th birthday, too young to go, really. What a shame. I grieve for my husband, for my children, for his wife he leaves behind. So sad.
Ok, I had to get that out there. I feel better now. Thanks for listening.