crucible of ennui

And I’ve had my baby.

So much has gone on and I should have been keeping up with entries, but hey. Life is like that. You blink and an entire year has gone.

But, both Catherine and I are sick. Her with her first cold. Me right there with her. I’ve had to suction goop out of her nose and give her extra special lovins’. Cause I’m cool like that.

I never expected to fall into the motherhood pattern like I did. Cat’s been extremely easy so far, other than the club feet, casts, surgery and special shoes. But honestly, that’s been easy too. It just so happens that a pediatric othropedic surgeon, most learned in the Ponsetti method for correcting club feet had an office 500 YARDS away from the hospital where I delivered. He came to see her on day 2, cast her feeties and then changed the casts every week. No problem. Catherine was a dream every time. She laughed when they had to take the casts off with the stryker saw, only cried when he had to bend her feet, and pretty much didn’t have any problems. Then the surgery - which was worse for us than for her. Although it was pretty bad. A story for another time. But she was a dream. Now the casts are off and she has these cute little white shoes with a thick clear plastic “bar” between them she wears 23/7 until she starts to walk. Then at night until she’s 3. And to put it into perspective - we were lucky. What she had was totally correctable. She’ll be able to play sports and everything. No problem.

So back to the snot. It’s everywhere. I can hear it rattling in her nose. She has a dry little cough. I’ve got some monster post nasal drip. We’re quite the family. And Glenn headed off to work with what I thought was an IRRITATING throat-clearing allergy thing. No wonder my patience was running thin last night.