Thursday, March 23, 2006


I'm going to have a baby in less than four months. Me, of all people. A baby. And by "have a baby," I don't mean deliver one. I mean I'm going to have one. A whole baby. To take care of. It won't survive without me to take care of it. The reality of the responsibility is overwhelming.


At 2:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just wait till that first night at home with just you Bobby and the baby. Mike and I were ready to hire the Regina, the nurse from the NICU that took care of Tommy, to come and live with us. but don't worry you figure it out. Although I am still trying to get my head around the fact that he is mine, forever.


At 2:49 PM, Blogger Jessica said...

Regina must have been wonderful.

At 9:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

After delivery it didn't seem real and it took a few times of holding Chad, smelling the newborn baby smell(it's not the artificial Baby Magic smell either), That I realized that,yes, I was a Mom to this little one. That protective mother hen syndrome took over. That is why Jon quit smoking.
Aunt Chris

At 8:50 PM, Blogger Sherri said...

I always felt awe when I stared at both of my sons as new borns. A clean slate, I can make their lives so good, I can show them so much, I can help them to become wonderful people.


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