Dear Friend Who Lives Halfway Around the World and Must Have Had Your Baby By Now But Hasn't Emailed or Called,
I totally understand how busy you must be with a new baby! I really really do! You probably barely have time for a shower, let alone get on email and send me the news and pictures I'm so deperate for. But I need to know you are okay and that the baby is okay! I will even be happy with a short email without a picture! Just give me some news of you!
I see on my analytics that someone from the country and city where you live checked my blog yesterday, and it was not a new visitor. I don't usually get visits from that country other than you. So I think that maybe you had a chance to hop online, and maybe you even opened my blog! I can only hope that you got my email begging for an update. And yet, no reply.
I am dying to know how you are, how the baby is, that everything is okay, that you are doing alright. I'm so worried that something bad happened and that's why I haven't heard from you!
Is your mom there with you? I tried their house, but apparently they have a new number. I've looked it up, and I'll try to call it tonight. Hopefully your dad will be there and give me an update.
But if you happen to see this, please please please email me and let me know that everything is good. Hard, I'm absolutely certain, but good.
Your loving and oldest (in length of time known, not age) friend,
caramama
4 comments:
i'm waiting to see you online. :) or i was until i saw this blog. :) grin grin. i'm obviously typing one handed-- thus the stagnated sentences. i wouldn't say things are hard yet, just moving at a much slower pace than ever before. ever.
She's boooorn. August 23.
all is good, but all is messy. super messyy
Yeah!!!!!! Congrats!!!!
I'll try to get on IM this afternoon and again tomorrow morning!
ok, i take that back. this is extremely difficult.
Hang in there! The first two months seemed so slow to me, and I wondered how I'd ever make it through another N months of sleep-deprivation and feeling like a bumbling idiot of a parent.
Then I started getting the hang of it (or getting used to faking it) and since then, things have sped up beyond measure.
After the shell-shocked bit at the beginning, the joyful all-is-going-by-at-warp-speed part comes. I promise!
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