I haven’t been writing. No kidding. But a few people have asked me about the blog recently, so I thought I’d see if I could get started again.
There are a few reasons I have been quiet. Life, of course, tends to get in the way. But mostly, I stopped writing because I wasn’t feeling very optimistic about certain things, and I didn’t feel like I could be honest about that on the blog, which is, if not read by, at least available to a wide swath of people: friends, people from my past, former colleagues, family. I had started writing the blog in a chipper tone, and I felt like I had to keep that smile plastered on my face, no matter what. I had dug myself into a hole of cheerfulness, if there is such a thing, and I wasn’t sure I felt comfortable making myself vulnerable by sharing other feelings like fear, worry, or sadness to all those people.
How quaint, right? Everybody shares EVERYTHING on the Internet these days! So, if you don’t mind if I indulge in the occasional gloomy post, I will try to write on a more regular basis.
Now, I’ve probably made things seem a lot worse than they are. Really, life is good, but there were two things stressing me out over the past few months. The first is that the house has not sold. We have lowered the price several times and are now in the process of switching realty agents. I will talk more about that some other time.
The other worry, which isn’t as worrisome anymore, was Abe’s development. You may recall he was a bit behind on his gross motor skills, but his doctor wasn’t concerned and I tried to accept the fact that he was simply on his own timeline, even though there was a little voice in the back of my head that kept insisting something wasn’t quite right.
But then we joined Little Gym. On the first day of class, I noticed that all the babies, including the very young ones, like four to five months old, would stand in their mommy’s laps. The mommies were holding them up, but they would stand. Abe, already the oldest in the class at 11 months, did not do that. Sometimes, if he felt like indulging me, he would put his feet down for a few seconds and immediately sink down jelly-leg style, but he would not do anything that resembled standing. Most of the time he just picked his feet up and refused to put them down altogether.
I expected Abe to be a little behind the oldest babies in the class, but the fact that babies months younger had this skill that Abe did not was, to be honest, a little shocking. As a first-time mom, I had no idea babies were supposed to do that. I had assumed Abe could bear weight on his legs because he would jump in the Jumperoo, but the difference between Abe and the other babies in this respect was stark.
I made an appointment with the pediatrician to discuss it. The doctor said that he wasn’t worried, but if I was I could call Early Intervention. Long story made a tiny bit shorter, Abe was determined to have low tone and he qualified for services. He had his first physical therapy appointment, today, in fact! He has made so much progress in just a few short weeks. He is crawling on hands and knees a little bit more each day, and he is starting to pull up on his knees (although his PT wants him to focus on crawling for now).
So, that’s what I’ve been up to. We also celebrated Abe’s first birthday, he got six more teeth, his eczema is clearing up, and he has eaten (and thoroughly enjoyed) peanut butter!
This post was very boring and expository (Yeah, I did just say “expository.” Gotta use that MFA somehow). I will make more of the hilarious, provocative, fascinating posts you are used to starting…next time!