Lonely was how I would describe much of my first year with my daughter. I wished I had more people to ooh and aah over my baby. I missed my mom, and my imaginary extended family who would drop by and dandle the cutey and tell me what a great job I was doing. However, being an older mom, far away from the friends I grew up with, without friends with children in town, I was on my own, with my husband. And he was going through his own stuff, busy with managing all the things undone while I was nursing. And we managed. I adjusted. Then, when J was 7 months, a very close couple-friend (the husband a buddy of my husband, the wife a close friend of mine) announced their impending parenthood.
The next month, we discovered A would be joining our family. Since then, I haven’t had time to be lonely. And those friends? They have become closer than anyone to us. Their son is our daughters’ weekend playmate, and we have together weathered the storms of new parenthood. The wife and I email, and she has become a great confidante. I appreciate her more than any friendship in a long, long time. It was the joy of sharing crazy bits of this and that with her that started me thinking maybe I needed to write this stuff down where I could see it all at once, and maybe open it to others.
So here we go.