Dear Abigail, I won’t lie. I wanted to start off this month’s letter like this: “Dear Colicky A-hole…” But, and while I’m not Dooce, I know first-hand how self-righteous and lacking in humor the Internet tends to be, especially where calling your two-month-old baby an asshole is concerned, and I have enough on our plate…
Category Archives: Abigail Grace
The Routine
A couple of weeks ago our friends Bill and Laura were visiting and of course the conversation turned to what nights are like around the Smith house. Bill has a teenage son, so it’s not as though the following was a big new flash: “When I consider the hundreds upon hundreds of dollars spent in…
What a difference
Ahhhh. It has been a much better week. There have been a confluence of events – my birthday, help from family, a haircut, sleep, a few trips out of the house – that have made this happen. The total sum has meant, simply, feeling less like someone’s wet nurse and feeling more like a human…
Where we’re at
Thanks, everyone, for sharing your stories and kind words. As always, it means so much to me. I’ve been re-reading your comments a lot these past few days. I am not miraculously better but I am in a better state. I’m still not getting as much sleep as we’d like, but we’re doing OK. I’m…
Back On
When I explain to people that we have “sleep issues” with Abigail, I think they get the wrong idea. Abigail sleeps. But only on us. That isn’t an exaggeration. I’ve gotten sly about her napping – after I know she’s gotten a solid hour and a half, I put her down in any number of…
A Day
Abigail has reflux. She’s also nearing on her sixth week on the planet, the combination of which has made her a delight. And because I am a Type A sort of freak, I’ve been exhausting eveything I can think of to cure at least the reflux and maybe tone down the brightness on her crankiness….
Sums it up
“And I always felt that if something happened to Steve or Pammy, if they died, it would be over for me for a long time but that I’d somehow bounce back. In a very real sense, I felt that life could pretty much just hit me with her best shot, and if I lived, great,…
Get Out
Last night I went out. By myself. Without Scott. Or, most importantly, Abigail. AND IT WAS AWESOME. First? I got “dressed up,” which meant my favorite knee-high black stiletto boots and a dress. I am still in-between fashions right now, but everything I wore was pre-pregnancy clothes, so that felt ridiculously awesome. And, because the…
One Month
Dear Abigail – It’s the law of the Internet, at least if you possess a vagina and a baby and a URL, that you compose a letter to your kid to mark the milestones. I’m a law-abiding citizen, but I’m pretty sure I’d write this to you even if I feared some sort of Bad…
Better
Today the moment Scott walked in the door I handed Abigail to him. Oh, yesterday. Yesterday I felt like the Queen of New Mothers, even though we’d slept an hour longer than we should have, even though she spit up a couple of ounces of formula all over me and her Boppy, even though as…
Boob Job
The moment Abigail was brought to me in the recovery room after the c-section, she immediately latched onto my breast. I was still out of it for the most part, but it was a pretty life-altering moment, even if I didn’t understand it as it happened. If nothing else, it meant something to me that…
Two Weeks
Abigail – They say it takes two weeks to establish or break any habit. I don’t know what that means in terms of being a little person – I was once only two weeks old, of course, but I don’t remember it, ask your Papa – but I can tell you that in terms of…
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This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.