Instead, Fraser decided to get sick, yet again, and so I present you with the following picture, my son looking like he's about to hurl after going on a two week bender.
This picture should finally put an end to all those comments we get when Fraser is out in public like "What a wonderful temperament! Doesn't he ever cry?" or "What a happy baby! I bet you never have a bad with him." Actually we have very, very, very bad days, like yesterday or today, which leave me wondering 1) how the human race has not died out and 2) what the hell ever possessed me to have children of my own.
Fraser's behavior over the last 48 hours had been solely comprised of screaming, crying, kicking, scratching, blubbering and more screaming and crying. Notice that "sleeping" definitely did not make the list. The bags under my eyes look strikingly similar to those under Fraser's eyes. These are the days when I finally understand the difference in the reactions between my friends with kids and my (lucky) friends who are childless when I told them I was pregnant with Fraser. Both sets were excited and supportive of course, but there was a subtext in the congratulations of those people who had already been through this trial by fire. There was a shadow in their eyes that flickered briefly and then was hidden again. A almost inaudible whisper, that blows past your ears so quickly that it is not until months and months later that you realize what they have said. A silent message sent straight from their heart, in deepest empathy as they try, without spoiling that first pregnant glow, to warn you: "You are so fuckin screwed."
So those of you who are still childless, who hover on the verge of choosing to conceive, don't say I didn't warn you. Oh I know lots of people with older children will insist it wasn't really that bad having a baby. These are the same people who insist that child birth really isn't that painful. These people are either liars or doing hard core drugs you may not be aware of. Sure, some day I may join these people and insist that having children is the most wonderful awe inspiring experience ever and I learn more in a day of changing a zillion crap filled diapers than I ever could in say, a trip to Paris, and I may even someday insist that pregnancy is a joy filled 10 months of the beautiful miracle of life and not actually a miserable nauseous year of getting so grotesquely large and uncomfortable that you should not be allowed, period, but that is why I am writing these things down. So years from now, in the event I do go over to the dark side, one of you, my loyal friends in the computer, can print this entry out, show it to me and kindly remind me in no uncertain terms that having children really really really sucks.
1 comment:
Poor little guy, he looks like death warmed over. We have those days here, sometimes more than one of them at once. I won't tell you it gets better... it gets, um, much different. Yeah, that's the word. It's always something. :)
I hope one day soon that you and Fraser get some sleep. Then you can share the secret with me, because I can't get all four of them to sleep at the same time!
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