A quick post tonight because I’m tired. I’m happy to report Charlie and I attended my friend’s baby shower. It was a very nice party. Overall, things went well. However, there were a few strange moments for me.
First, I had to get over the feeling of being the elephant in the room. Like it or not, I am a shining example of one of the many ways things can go wrong. I don’t think people notice or cared as much as I was self conscious of it.
Second, because of the noise, excitement, and another kid pushed her down twice, Charlie became disorganized. When this happens, her feeding is terrible. I carry formula in the car for such occurrences.
It’s obvious that Charlie is too old for a bottle, I hate feeding her a bottle in front of other people. I ease my nerves by reminding myself at least it’s not an NG tube and chuckle to myself.
Third, it was strange hearing the other women reminisce about their pregnancies. I have no pregnancy stories or memories to share. Or rather, none that anyone would want to hear.
We did end up leaving early. But, it was due to Charlie starting to melt down and her desperate need for a nap.
Later in the evening, I drove back from the store and thought about the significance of the day. Two years since everything suddenly changed. I wasn’t paying attention to my speed until I saw the flashing lights in my rear view mirror.
At first, I was annoyed at myself for being so careless. As I watched the officer write up my ticket, I thought, “If this is the worst thing that happens today, I am lucky and it is a pretty good day.”