All in
I don’t do things a little bit. I don’t eat “just this one little bite” of the cake, I eat the whole damn cake. I don’t draw tiny flowers on paper, I make them out of fan blades and bike tires. I go all in, or I don’t go at all.
Because I am a negligent mother who lets other people raise her children, Lorelei is in an after school program run by our public school district. She gets help on her homework (in kindergarten, but that’s another post entirely), interacts with kids in other grades, and gets plenty of time to play. I know. Horrible, right?
December is the time for every news outlet, blog, and radio station to cash in on rehashing the last year’s worth of content. Seems like as good a place as any to start this blog.
For the past half-dozen years I have had a series of narrowly-focused blogs. Cooking, life with our first child, essays to our first child, and most recently the premature birth of our son – plus some micro-blogs for specific essays. Before that I had a couple of general blogs, written in the style of boring journal entries that your parents might read. But a general personal blog that’s also interesting? Can I do that?
Dear Yai Yai,
This has, without a doubt, been the craziest year of your life, at least from my perspective. That whole being born thing may have seemed crazier from yours.
I recently came across this article about breast milk donation, as well as some of the trickier ethical questions surrounding it. Ethics aside, the information specifically regarding Necrotizing Enterocolitis (NEC) was fascinating.
I just realized how inexplicably sad I am for a past version of myself. I look at the pictures of me pregnant and just think, “You. You have no idea.” Â I want a time turner or a TARDIS so I can go cross my own timeline and tell that version of myself that it is all going to be okay. Excruciating at times, but ultimately okay. I’d like a future version to come confirm that, come to think of it.