Comments on: Surviving the Weekend

By: Limax

Limax — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:00:43 +0000

My wife and I share caregiver duties due to the nature of the work she does. Since she works graves on different nights of the week (never the same), I’m usually taking care of the kids for a few hours, or even all day. She’s not gone away for a weekend ever, but she hasn’t made many close friends out here, and a weekend back east would be too difficult.

Also, since when is jumping in mud puddles pansy?!?! O_o

By: Yoon Ha Lee

Yoon Ha Lee — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 14:17:47 +0000

Heh. I can’t even remember the early months except in a haze. I do remember leaving Joe alone with the lizard so I could go off to Norwescon, and thinking, If she has issues switching to the bottle, it is *so* not my problem.

I am mercenary-hearted.

By: jeanetta

jeanetta — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 12:46:40 +0000

ahhh parenthood. all those little things that we were frantic about at the beginning. wait till the 3rd one comes around. its like “oh you found cheerios (probably from under the couch where they were hid a month ago… or a year but whose counting) well at least i dont have to fix you an afternoon snack.
we finally stopped rushing to the emergency room with the youngest one and just invested in lots of bandaids and butterfly strips.

By: Paul O'Brian

Paul O'Brian — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:59:12 +0000

This line:

We swore that wasn’t going to be the case with us, if for no other reason than we didn’t have stairs in our house.

VERY funny.

(The rest of the post was good too. )

By: duchess

duchess — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 01:36:39 +0000

Two weeks after we came home from the hospital, my husband kicked me out of the house and told me to leave him alone with the baby for an hour. That was the most excruciating hour of my life. I did laundry. I don’t think I actually made the hour-mark, but he kindly let me back in the house and clutch the baby to make sure he was okay.

At six weeks, I went to the doctor’s appointment, and called home to make sure the baby was alright every 30 minutes.

At eight weeks, I went out for three hours to get a massage (and I slept the entire time…oh blessed sleep). I didn’t call at all, and Everything Went Wrong! He Wailed! The father had no idea what to do! I vowed to never leave the baby again.

Since then, somehow, we all figured stuff out and now it’s easier to leave and know that the kid will have the time of his life with his father. But the first two months were hard.

By: Geof F. Morris

Geof F. Morris — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 00:10:40 +0000

Dude, if it’d been all “we’re just hanging around the house, doing whatever, watching sports,” and I hadn’t gotten a call? That wouldn’t have been cool.

Glad you survived.

By: Pop

Pop — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 23:24:11 +0000

I know that you THINK you know how I felt. And certainly to some extent you do. But not until you’ve rushed into the emergency room cradling your little one while holding a bloody handkerchief (thank GOODNESS it was clean!) to his head with one hand will you REALLY know. Frankly, I hope that’s something you always just have to imagine! Fortunately, Mom was calmer and less judgmental than I had any right to expect–perhaps because it was after the fact. Besides, I’d taken care of all the “how COULD you?!?!?!?!” already, so it really wasn’t necessary for her to add to it.