It’s 4am, and a baby is eating in my arms. My baby. One of my two brand new babies.
Things have changed drastically since my last post, and that will start to show in the direction of this blog. I plan to be diligent in labeling my supermommy posts so that my readers are warned before I talk about topics some might find awkward (i. e. poops and boobs… What is it called when you can flip a word upside down and get another word?) Perhaps instead you all should assume that at any point in this blog I may give gory details about nasal aspirators or umbilical cords.
So many posts are yet to come, but first I must coerce a newborn to eat instead of sleep in my arms. If my readers have suggestions on keeping him awake, please share them. (Playing with his feet, shoulder, and face doesn’t help.) Then again, I can’t blame him for not having much of an appetite while his brother makes ridiculous bodily fluid sounds in the crib across the room.
More to come, dear friends. More to come.