WhitneyTo Be or Not To Be a Mother - Part Two
October 4th 2006 17:16
Praise the lord, the drooling dried up. Just in time for discharge day. The sun was shinning, the birds were chirping and I was dressing the baby in some fancy blue (gotta make sure the heir to the throne got the right testosterone -filled message from the getgo) duds that my mom had picked out. Carefully, I pushed his itty bitty arms into the teeny tiny sweater my mom had knitted for his debut in the world. Shortly, after my husband arrived and off we went back to home sweet home.
I walked into the house and it felt so good to be back in my own space. It had only been two days but it felt like I had been gone for forever. I was back. Back to the old me. No more lying in bed all day. And most of all NO MORE DROOLING. I took a deep breath and that’s when I noticed it. The smell was gone. I can’t honestly describe it but the words floral and lovely definitely don’t come to mind. And after a while I forgot that anything had ever smelled any different. But now it was gone. Just like that. One second everything smelled like rancid butter and the next it didn’t.
I ran to the refrigerator to open the door and I held my breath. O.K….go…I inhaled deeply. Nothing. O.K. so maybe it was because the refrigerator was nearly bare – if you didn’t tell my husband to go to the food store and exactly what to buy he didn’t, which leads me to wonder how he might fair in an all male world - but before I gave birth even that nothing would have emitted an unpleasant something to me.
One more test. I approached my hubby and cautiously I sniffed (after eleven years nothing I did surprised him). Nothing. I inhaled deeply and still like the refrigerator that odor was gone. So he hadn’t been lying when I accused him of bathing in rotten eggs? Apologize? Did he bring me flowers?
I walked into the house and it felt so good to be back in my own space. It had only been two days but it felt like I had been gone for forever. I was back. Back to the old me. No more lying in bed all day. And most of all NO MORE DROOLING. I took a deep breath and that’s when I noticed it. The smell was gone. I can’t honestly describe it but the words floral and lovely definitely don’t come to mind. And after a while I forgot that anything had ever smelled any different. But now it was gone. Just like that. One second everything smelled like rancid butter and the next it didn’t.
I ran to the refrigerator to open the door and I held my breath. O.K….go…I inhaled deeply. Nothing. O.K. so maybe it was because the refrigerator was nearly bare – if you didn’t tell my husband to go to the food store and exactly what to buy he didn’t, which leads me to wonder how he might fair in an all male world - but before I gave birth even that nothing would have emitted an unpleasant something to me.
One more test. I approached my hubby and cautiously I sniffed (after eleven years nothing I did surprised him). Nothing. I inhaled deeply and still like the refrigerator that odor was gone. So he hadn’t been lying when I accused him of bathing in rotten eggs? Apologize? Did he bring me flowers?
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