I've had the most amazing two months of my life. Rory and I have been in a perfect cocoon, just trying to get the very simple things done every day, like sleeping and eating and getting to know each other. The first night he was home with me I think I counted every breath he took, and now I know the sound of his breathing so well I don't even have to listen. We've had the luxury of settling into a routine together. I love that I know exactly what that little high-pitched coo means, and the fact that he'll wake up so happy and alert at about 10 in the morning, and be up for a few hours of lovely baby smiles and gazes. It's been wonderful.
The next phase started today, when I dropped him at Evangelina's for the day in the middle of a blizzard, having knocked the driver's side rear view mirror off my car getting out of the garage. Looking in the only remaining rear view mirror I also realized I forgot to brush my hair. Evangelina held him all day and I know was more than fine. I'm the one who is struggling with the separation. It was a short day today, only 8-4, but it was the longest stretch that Rory has been out of my arms since he came home.
I read today that in Sweden women get 16 months of paid maternity leave. With the amount of money I've paid to IKEA over the years, I'm surprised my Swedish maternity subsidy hasn't arrived yet. The second set of Billy bookcases, all those Akurum kitchen cabinets - that was me paying my Swedish taxes right? We call it FICA, they call it a Malm 6 drawer chest, but I understood it to be essentially the same thing.
Or did I get that wrong?
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