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Changes
Everything’s changed at least twice or three times since the time I drafted those “secret learning” notes to myself. I can walk again without being winded! (Sort of.) I can eat. (And eat and eat.) Things I never dreamt would hurt, do. (And don’t stop.) I fully expect the trend to continue.
Right now the theme is the impossibility of sleep with hips that ache like they’re slowly breaking off. It’s like cliff erosion for the body! And while I toss and turn in our teeny tiny bed, pushing Eric and myself to its outer centimeters, a recent theme has been dreams plagued by the idea that I’ll never go anywhere ever again. A few nights ago, it had to do with the dentist. How would I ever see the dentist again? I didn’t know, so I played the dog-baby-boat game with the front door of the office until I had clean teeth.
Instead of real-life riddles, I’m going to keep a list of all the places you can go with infants in New York when you’re not yet back to work but don’t want to stay home.
- pediatrician!
- Prospect Park
- Brooklyn Bridge walk
- the Met, MoMA, more museums…
- morning movies
- baby yoga
- lunch out
- Central Park zoo
- sailing on the Hudson
- Ellis Island before the tourists get here
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How To: Hug a Baby
Convenient tutorial for any of you who may have forgotten the proper baby-hugging protocol.
(via Eric)
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Ovaries of Steel
It’s hard enough to give birth in a hospital with tons of qualified caregivers buzzing around to prepare you for the imminent insanity. But on a subway platform? This woman has ovaries of steel. And this baby is going to be the toughest kid ever to be named Soleil.