A Brief Hello From Jackjack's Handmaiden

My master has allowed me a few short seconds away to say a VERY quick hi to everyone.  Dad’s rocking him, but my ear is cocked for the telltale whimpers that mean – whip out those incredibly tender sore things and give me some food, and I mean THIS VERY SECOND or I will scream the house down.

 

We are in bliss.  Truly.  He’s perfect.  He squeaks, he chirps, he smiles and frowns and tries very hard to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.  I’m recovering – stitches are healing, stomach is shrinking down, and last night I got at least four hours of sleep, which was pretty much all I’d had for the first four days combined.  The sleep deprivation is not the best, but I’ve spent at least two full nights with a tiny frog baby curled up on my stomach, his wee hand clutching the seam of my shirt, nose nuzzled into my neck, and I think – sleep?  Who needs it?  Who wants to waste time dreaming when real life is so pitch perfect?

 

All the stories will follow, in time.  I’ll give the labor story – the short version and the loooong down and dirty version, so each can read to his own taste.  I’ll tell you how long it took to feel like he was my son, our son (it was not long, but it wasn’t immediate!)  I’ll tell you what the long nights are like, and the discomfort, and the weariness, and the indescribable feeling when I look down at our tiny frog baby and I never want to look away.  I’ll tell you what baby fingers taste like, because by the time I get around to writing all this out, I know I will have succumbed to temptation and gobbled them down.

 

I’ll tell you everything you want to know (and surely more), but I just have to go live it a few more days first.