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They Forgot to Mention

Just like the sadistic types will tell a woman that she’ll forget the pain of childbirth (they lie, women of the world. THEY LIE. Because even if you can’t remember every single excruciating contraction, or the moment you threw up cherry popsicles all over the nurse holding your leg, or that pesky time your water broke on the triage floor and your husband almost fainted, you don’t forget the experience. Do you hear me?! You will never forget), there are three issues no one, and I mean no one, feels the need to mention to a pregnant woman. Let’s list these three shocking realities in the order they will appear, shall we? (Pregnant women, and one-day-to-be-pregnant women: consider yourself warned.) 1.  The night sweats. I don’t understand how I missed the memo on these. In not one baby-prep book, nor website, nor casual conversation with another women (the cruelty!) did anyone mention how a new mom will dissolve into a disgusting, crumbled-up, wet tissue of sweaty glop every night for weeks after her baby is born. The first time around, I thought I was…

Well, That Was Unexpected

As I type this, one child of mine is napping upstairs in her room, another is playing quietly with her cars in the family room, and a third–my third!–is snuggled beside me on the couch, furiously working at his hospital-issued pacifier and staring at the shadows dancing on a throw pillow with the pointed fascination only a tired two-week-old can muster. I’ve been so anxious to write this post for days now, but now that I’m sitting down, staring at the screen, all I can do is think, three. We have three. My God, my life is full. Cian Xavier (it’s pronounced “Key-yen,” and means ancient, enduring. It’s also the name of an old Celtic hero who got all PO’d at some Irish king and impregnated his daughter in retaliation, but nevermind that, please. Actually, just forget I told you, okay?) has entered our lives as if he’d always been here, sweet and mellow and desperate to be held all the time. He’s a boy. A BOY, which means that I’ve had to figure…