The Harmelings

Last night I headed over to Newport Beach to visit my dear friend Pearl, and her sweet spanking new baby boy, Edward. He is just 4 1/2 weeks old, and as beautiful as can be. (I promise, Pearl, this is a true compliment since I kinda think ALL newborns look the same. Mine included.) Oh, and it was great seeing new-daddy Tom again too – because it had been years!

Edward Rollinger, 4 1/2 weeks.

Now, as another dear friend (E-dog) always says, “I’m not gunna lie…” Sweet little Eddie did bust out that desperate newborn baby cry on me a few times. My blood pressure shot up, and my nerves rattled a tad,  just like back in the ol’ Baby-Jack days. But have no fear, this old momma still has it! I battled back with some tight swaddling and my patented super-rock-and-jiggle move. I had that little guy out cold in minutes. My 2 hours visit left me simmering over a wide range of feelings, from “what the heck have we gotten ourselves into?!?!” to “I think I am going to be able to do this.”

Not that it matters at this point, since tomorrow I will be 6 months and 1 week 8 months pregnant.

Ready for the job.