Today I spent time with my sons. We went out to eat lunch after football before dropping them off to drama rehearsal. I swear…my BBDD has them in ALL KIND OF activities! If they were living with me they wouldnt have been in ANYTHING… I remember being so tired all of the time when I was raising them by myself and all I wanted to do was go to sleep by 10 every night. I don’t see how he has the energy to be at every meeting and every practice and.. whew!
I swear…
But anyway…after dropping them off all the way downtown I came all the way back UP to Ft. Lauderdale to pick up my little sister from the hospital. Her baby has to stay because she’s not feeling well. Before we left we stopped by the ICU to see my NIECE (still gotta get used to that) and it was time to feed her so my sister asked me to do it.
ME?
I was nervous as hell. That baby can’t do anything! I mean, her head wobbles and all. I know I have two sons but my sons wear deodorant. They play football. They read and like girls and do all kind of shit. I can’t even remember when they were that little, having to do every little thing for them like that. I held her neck and head while I bottle fed her and the nurse said to me, “You can breathe at the same time.”
I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath. It scared me being so close to someone so small and so dependent. When the time came to burp her I was at a loss. My sister took a pic of me looking all perplexed and I said, “I’m not babysitting until she turns 8 months.”
I can’t believe I forgot what to do… I did it all by myself with TWO kids while I was in undergrad…and working…and managed all that and right now..I have no clue what to do with a baby..
Craziness…