the shower
(not the baby kind, the kind you take to get clean)
I get to take one every other day or so it seems. That’s with Mike still home from work. We’ll see what happens in the near future. I’ve noticed a few things about the post-partum shower.
1. At some point, I wake to consciousness standing under the water, soap stilled in one hand, rocking. Am I rocking the new baby I hold most of the day now, or am I rocking to quiet myself?
2. Every now and then, for just the briefest moment, between the shampoo and the conditioner, I forget.
3. I admit that sometimes I spend a bit longer hidden away under the weak jets of rusty water that block out crying, a routine I have no grasp on, than I might need to for reasons of cleanliness.
Stumble It!
2 comments:
My dad has said to me: "having kids is a blast."
I don't know when that occurred to him... or whether he was standing in the shower when it did. But he talked about how cool it was when I started talking.
If Isaac could talk.... wonder what he's thinking when he's crying outloud while you get your moment under the warm water....
it's tricky at this stage - before they can smile and focus on you - or talk. Isaac hangs with his dad while I'm in the shower, probably thinking "where's that boob??"
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