Baby Boy Has Arrived

So October 16 my new baby boy was born. 6lbs 6oz, 19 inches of beautiful innocence. And I must say I did a mighty fine job of it too. I was induced and had him within 4 hours. With an epidural and 3 easy pushes he was here, and no tearing, thank God!

I went to a new hospital (a year old) and they were fabulous -- they gave me great drugs, room service for meals that was better than restaurant food and took baby for 8 hours each night. The kids were with grandparents, and I had husband (technically since we are still just "Separated") by my side to keep me entertained and happy. He is good at that these days, it's a new thing for him. It was practically a vacation -- one I much deserved. Now I have six weeks off, but since the Percoset  ran out and W is staying with me to help out for a while (til I go back to work), the vacation is over... and I seriously need an Appletini.

Don't get me wrong, W has been pretty amazing the last three months since I moved out. He is a great help because he really thinks he can win me over and we will get back together and live happily ever after. And now he is staying with me to help with the other kids so I don't have to drag a newborn out of the house every morning to run around.

It's been nice having him here. As I write this, he has the older 3 kids at the park because I needed a break and sort of freaked out on him because I was being a bitch. Sometimes I feel really bad, looking at him, treating him so poorly, this perfect man (he morphed into) that any woman would appreciate.

But then I smack myself back into reality. Men always want what they don't have, and once they have it back they mistreat it again. But, it doesn't necessarily make it any easier that in six weeks he will be getting his own aptartment. He had been staying at the house these last few months to try to rent/sell it. And of course the kids will be devastated all over again, and I will feel like a shitty mom..