Sarah Defies Gravity

what one little chromosome taught me about love, life, and defying gravity.

Archive for the month “August, 2012”

Oh I’m SORRY, Princess!

Just a quick interlude of cute…

When I’m going through a tough time, apparently my favorite activity is to lay on my bed, listen to Johnny Cash, and pretend those tears in my eyes are allergies and nothing more. And that’s where this story begins.

I guess I had started idly, without really thinking about it, singing “It Ain’t Me, Babe” to Sarah at night. It wasn’t like I would put her to bed and sing it and make a big deal out of it…it was just one of those things that started happening.

Last night she had the hardest time going to sleep. I tried E V E R Y T H I N G…a bath, a feed, new PJs, a massage, even swaddling, that’s how desperate I was. Everything I tried was met with an indignant baby squawk…so sorry for offending you, princess!

It was around 1:30 in the morning when I finally figured it out, standing outside her door while she grizzled and shouted and probably pulled all of her NG tubing out (thankfully, no)…”go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed…” She was asleep before the song was over.

So sorry, Princess. It won’t happen again.

Are these the droids you were looking for?

Yes, Dec and I broke up. Maybe not entirely. When he told me he wanted to leave I gave him a “grace period” of six weeks. He can take those six weeks to work on himself or give this other guy a second chance and if he decides in those 6 weeks that he was missing out on us, then he can come back with no questions asked, with the caveat that therapy happens. I doubt he’ll be back in six weeks, but I can’t say that for certain. No, I don’t plan to withhold Sarah from him. He has legal guardianship and I need to talk to an atty. about what that means for custody but Sarah is his child and he is her father and I, unlike some people in this equation, am not a flighty asshole.

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