Monday, April 8, 2013

How did my baby get to be 7.5 months old already?!

It seems like yesterday that Marcus was born, and now, he's started to stand. He already doesn't want our help, and pushes my hand away when I try to help keep him from falling on his butt. He holds on to us, pulls himself up, and then lets go slowly with one hand, then tries to let go with the other hand to do it himself. He's so proud and delighted with his accomplishments and so am I. On the other hand, it makes me a little sad how quickly time goes by and how quickly my little boy is growing up. Soon he won't let me give him huge hugs and kisses (even though I'll probably still do it anyway)...

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Sad and happy times

Nate picked up Godiva's ashes at the vet, and they had made a paw print for us. It kind of makes me sad, but I'm happy to have some remembrance of my best dog. Nate wants to get a dog when Marcus is older, and I'm sure I'll be okay with it at that point, but I'm still grieving.

On a happier note, Marcus is showing more and more personality. He laughs these enormous loud belly laughs, and likes very certain things- rough housing with dad, going on walks, milk- and dislikes very specific things- solid food in general, standing still, going to bed, and napping. In fact, he doesn't really nap. Ack. Finally, though, being a mom is a great experience. I used to feel really guilty because all I could think about is how exhausted I was, and holy crap, doesn't this kid stop crying ever? But eventually he stopped the 24/7 crying, and now seeing the baby first thing in the morning and when I pick him up from daycare is the best feeling. No matter how difficult my patients have been that day (and trust me that sometimes they are extremely difficult), I forget everything else when I see my smiling boy. We're thinking about whether we want a second baby or not -what if Marcus IS the easy baby?!?- but I had so many health complications, we're really cautious. Also, we still don't know what's going on right now with the liver/bile duct/gall bladder issues- I'm still undergoing testing. I know we can travel more and so on with one child, but I remember being lonely as an only child as well. We'll see.

I'm looking forward to the weekend...Friday I'm giving a talk for the pre-health club at Nate's community college about what it's like to be a physician/navy psychiatrist...I can't believe anyone wants me to influence young people. I'm also working on Umberto Eco's new book but it's slow going and I think my kindle library lending period is going to run out before I finish. In fact, I KNOW I won't finish in time. Do you feel guilty when you start a book and don't finish?