This was not the start I’d anticipated for the new year. Our lives really are so different our from the past year. We are in our own house. Jacob’s wonderful health led him to outgrow his allergies so that we’re now all eating uninhibited. Rob and I enjoyed a third year of marriage. Our cats have thoroughly adapted to their new home. And the new year brings with it the promise of another baby. Unfortunately our health isn’t cooperating. Rob is sniffling and coughing uncontrollably and Jacob woke with a fever of 103 and the need for Tylenol to keep him comfortable.
Apparently we all should have slept comfortably in the king-sized bed, rather than trying to fit a squirmy two year old and a seven month pregnant mom in a twin. I tried! What I hadn’t expected was how the events of the remainder of the day would effect me. Fortunately, Rob was feeling somewhat better, so when I announced that I’d run to the grocery store alone that afternoon rather than with a sick Jacob the following day I didn’t have to do any convincing to leave a sick toddler with his Daddy. (Jacob still really prefers me when he’s sick or hurt, so I was a bit uneasy about the arrangement, but it did seem like the lesser of two evils.) I left during a nap and as it turns out returned before it ended.
Grocery shopping went rather quickly and I was headed home when it hit me. This was the first time I’d been alone since I got pregnant. I had not been out alone for at least seven months. When I returned to the car with my bags, I instinctively reached up and straightened the seat belts on Jacob’s car seat so that I could lift him into it. I nearly narrated my motions, which would have been quite comical, as there was someone getting out of the car next to me. Somehow this parenting thing becomes quite natural after a while.