It's been a full week since Ana came home, and we've had three days of "just us" Aherns in the house. Writing has not returned to my life yet, but I feel sure it will. Good writing, I'm realizing, requires at least one complete thought, and complete thoughts are in short supply these days.
The "babymoon" means thoughts like:
"Motherhood holds great mystery and ISABELLA STOP PUTTING THE BLANKET ON HER FACE!"
"Was I this hungry with the other two WHERE'S BELLA????"
"This is the cutest onesie and OH MY GOSH SHE SPIT UP AGAIN!"
Not blogging fodder.
Hardly edifying fodder.
But the best thing so far with the third child (and this is a complete thought) is remembering again how quickly this newbie phase passes. Remembering again how helpless and needy both she and I are during these first weeks. Remembering again that my husband is my dearest friend, even when he's so sleep deprived he can hardly finish a sentence.
And seeing for the first time a world with Ana in it. "How did we ever get along without her?" as Miriam says.