Cate is two weeks old day. Two weeks ago, I went to the doctor for my scheduled appointment. We'd been watching my blood pressure and keeping an eye on Cate. I saw the look on my doctor's face and knew what she was going to say.
"It's time to have a baby." We were fine, but I had carried Cate long enough.
There was a moment in the hospital room when my husband had left to pick up Dillon and Blake from school, and I was alone. I stopped texting and turned off the TV. I listened to the thump thump thump of Cate's heartbeat on the monitor. I breathed it all in and took a picture in my mind.
About a week before Cate was born, I was listening to a conversation with Jane Fonda and Elizabeth Lesser on Oprah radio. (Think what you want. I love me some Oprah radio.) Fonda was talking about how she had gotten into blogging, and Lesser asked what Fonda thought about it: Does blogging take you from the moment? Does it keep you from experiencing what's right in front of you? Fonda said (paraphrasing here) that she felt like she was punctuating the moment. Underlining the moment with ink.
So when people ask me how I'm managing to blog during this time, that's what I think about.
This morning, I was going to write about something completely different, but the title was same. As soon as I sat down at my laptop, Cate woke up. I fed her and balanced the computer on the edge of the Boppy. I looked down and her eyes were wide open. So I stopped typing. Then Blake called from upstairs, "Daddy! Help!" Nothing was wrong. He always cries for help when he wants us to come get him. When Blake had been "saved" he cuddled up beside Cate and me. I moved the laptop out of the way. Then Dillon woke up and tried to squeeze his way onto the couch.
I watched the scene unfold. I took another picture in my mind. A couple of minutes later, Cate was asleep. The boys lost interest and moved on to toys and cartoons.
Now, I'm simply punctuating the moment. Underlining the moment with ink. Funny how the title still fits.