My best friend , A always said I was born under a blessed star. It has some truth to it. Most things in my life have come to me fairly easily. When I want something, I get it. It still takes the usual amount of work and sacrifice, but I do eventually get what I want without interference from outside forces.
While I was crying early this morning on the couch, I looked up and saw in the still-dark sky, a star. Those of you in Utah and Western Massachusetts may not see much significance in this, but I assure you that in Brooklyn, it is not every night you look up and see a star. I thought of my blessed star and burst into tears once more… I kid you not… as the Indigo Gir1s “Fare Thee Well My Bright Star” started playing in my head. Oye. How embarrasing. Please don’t tell anyone.
Anyway, enough about me. A new bright star is here. A gave birth, according to her husband “about an hour an a half ago,” to baby A. He weighs in at a whopping 8 lbs 12oz! And he’s 20 inches long. Huge. Since her husband reported, I don’t even know if he came out “the big door” or “the little door,” but I am happy to finally know the baby’s name. I also learned that she was breastfeeding him as I spoke to her husband (who’s name also begins with A, come to think of it.) So I guess the breastfeeding has worked so far.
My day o’ crap has turned into a keeper. And I’m settling in to the comfort of knowing why my body is doing what it is doing and that the things I’m feeling are actual sensations and not ghost phenomena created by my psyche. Whew. Time for bed. Twinkle Twinkle, little one.