Living. And loving. And hurting.
Back before Ruby was born, I used to joke all the time that I didn’t care what kind of baby I had, as long as it was a better sleeper than Ronan. Fussy, gassy, colicky, needy, whiny… I’d take it as long as we got sleep. The first week or so with Ruby was as expected. Wake, change, nurse, burp,… Read More
My poor, lonely, neglected blog. My dad hijacked my computer while he was here, and used it the whole 6 days. That is my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Ruby is asleep in the Sleepy-wrap on my chest. Ronan is in bed and has been sleeping since around 6:30. How can so many things change in so few days… Read More
You know your life is about to change, but you don’t actually comprehend how much. Ruby Kate has been a part of my life for four whole days now, and everything is different. I don’t know why we hold on to that ideal of ‘normalcy’ – hoping to get back to it as soon as possible. I wish I could… Read More
