Shifting And Sorting.
Mood:
special
Topic: Julia
This week is an exercise in realignment. It's amazing how many things get shifted and sorted when a new member joins a family; we're still rearranging and seeing where the pieces fall back into place. The process has been surprising, overwhelming, gratifying, frightening and exhausting -- and it's just beginning.
My husband is a fucking saint. As he has so many times before, he's been knocking me out with his strong and steady presence. Did you ever notice how all the fuss is about the mother? Who thinks about the father? I'm thinking about him plenty. The guy is up to his ass in alligators at the office, handling depositions hundreds of miles away and defusing crises by remote control while driving the boys to day care. The battery in the minivan died, Sam had a "dental emergency", I've got bronchitis, and by the way, there's a new baby in the house.
And whose bright idea was it to get a goddamned DOG at a time like this? Ben handles it all with affection and grace. He's unbelievable.
Oddly, Matt is taking Julia's arrival in stride; he has a sturdy and practical affection for her, cheerfully moving over so I can nurse her while cuddling him, offering her a pacifier when she cries. Sam is the one who seemed to feel his place in the family threatened, and expressed it by first trying to kick Matt out of the family, then by having tantrums over nothing at all. I'm embarrassed to admit that I handled it with a Disney platitude -- I gave him the
ohana speech. You know, from
Lilo & Stitch. Ohana means family, and family means
no one ever gets left behind or forgotten. I know; I should be boiled in oil, but I'm telling you, it worked -- it made the connection I needed to make. Sam cuddled up to me as I nursed his sister.
My family, he said.
Meanwhile, my daughter has an attitude. Yes, I've been saying that for 21 years, but I mean this new one -- this daughter, here. She actually very seldom cries, but when she does, it's the most piercing,
pissed off sound on earth. Today we stopped off at the Coochie Doc's to drop off my disability paperwork and in 120 seconds she turned the office upside down -- they hustled me into an exam room to nurse her because she had gone from zero to meltdown in no time at all. I'm beginning to suspect I've got a
Wee Angry One on my hands after all.
And for those who are curious, we are sleeping five in a bed, without benefit of sidecar. For the moment, it's working. But, you know, we're still sorting things out.
Posted by Gretchen
at 10:58 AM PDT