The Whirlwind - Post Partum

  Life is in a complete whirlwind for Adam, Stanley, and I; the delivery of The Great and Wonderful Stanley Isadore Muszkiewicz, my decision to find a new job, and our incredibly sudden need to move. It is becoming harder and harder to believe how easy and uncomplicated our lives were before October 2014, and I am genuinely happy (and proud) that we decided to wait until now to have a baby; whirlwind or not, fate gave us the most amazing little man we could have ever asked for.

  Truthfully, being pregnant had been “the worst” (I’m exaggerating… a little), but more importantly I’d do it again for another beautiful baby like Stanley. It is incredibly hard to do anything but stare at his soft face, smell his sweet baby head, and cuddle or play the day away. Describing the feeling of motherhood is impossible; it is easier just to say that the 9-10 months of hell on earth it took to form and mold this perfect child was supreme and wholly worth it.

  On the job front; I wanted and needed a change of pace, a new challenge, and most importantly to be able to “milk myself” (Breastfeeding is OUR thing, me and Stan, and I would be remiss and crestfallen if I could not continue to enjoy that natural bonding experience). Sadly, I had to rush back to work shortly after my 6 week appointment due to dwindling savings, mostly from early unforeseen car complications. But to my surprise, Manpower picked me up for a job before I had even completed filling out my information on their website. My confidence has been spiked since laboring the werecub, which made the interviews generally painless and fundamentally fruitful.

  The job itself is fine. I am a Manpower Contractor – UofM Hospital’s Labor and Delivery Floor - Birthing Center Clerk which is pretty cool when there are babies being born. When babies are not being born there is Absolutely. Nothing. Going. On. The growing pet peeve from this job is the numerous people that believe a “good night” is when nothing is going on, come on! I have never and will never understand this prevailing laziness in the workforce. I suppose when the bulk of your cash comes from the consumers you are directly serving, you get a different perspective of how the world should work.

  I really miss the moving and grooving of a bartenders life. I miss all my friends, and a good chunk of my regulars, too. I miss having food delivered from other restaurants; either because we were too busy to eat during kitchen hours or because the cooks were being jerks or just plain sucked at their job. I miss making 10 perfectly poured shots and the consecutive pleasure from someone saying something about it. I miss dancing around the empty bar after a good night. I miss cutting people off, asking them to leave, and even barring them. I miss counting the money I made after a few days of work. I miss having a cop bring me donuts. Sigh.

  Due to an unfortunate spike in rent, and a less unfortunate need/want for quiet, away from that bustling Ypsilanti downtown, we are in the process of moving… with a 2-3 month old baby. This is the biggest, most terribly inconvenient life change that has happened to me in a long time. A string of nearly coherent swearwords couldn’t begin to express the fuck that is happening to my life because of it. I have been working 5 days a week, making $10 an hour training to do a job that is so unbelievably boring most of the time, just to get home, pack, and move boxes/furniture around. Not to mention trying to sleep with a wiggly, gassy, has just learned how to roll over baby boy.

  I will say that our landlord of 6 years has been really patient with us about moving out and I am terrified when we get the prorated bill for taking so long to move out. He has been a good landlord, so if anyone is looking for a downtown 2 bedroom, I will put in a good word. The new place is smaller and cheaper but has more closet space, in apt. laundry, and a dishwasher. I was giddy at the prospect of washing dishes and doing laundry, it was cute. The carpet is super nice too, with the baby, we can now roll around and play on the floor without hurting our old bodies. Ooo, and we have a back patio area where a grill could be placed! The one thing I worry about the most with this place is the heating bill we now have to pay, this place is drafty. Adam and I have grand plans to buy a house in the near future and I am really hoping we don’t lose those savings on DTE.

  Now I get into the real cherry on top; my stupid vehicle. There are so many problems with it, I do not even know where to start. Electrical, Coolant, Engine, you name it I probably have some kind of issue with it. It stalls out, usually twice, within the first 5 minutes of driving and if you wait for it to warm up it will stall out more, with trouble restarting it. It overheats within 15 miles or so, unless you put in water/coolant every other day. I can’t get the knob for the heating to move any higher so I am pretty much freezing for most of my journey, unless it overheats, then it is slightly warmer but not moving anywhere. My front passenger window is broken and slides down. My front driver-side blinker needs replacing. AND I have been fiercely attacked (wild exaggeration) by some gnarly looking spiders, several times over the last few weeks! I am absolutely terrified of spiders!

  So there we have it, a whole lot of crazy life madness, all completely centered around one absolutely amazing and wonderful little baby boy named Stan.

P.S.

Adam is an amazing father and I'm very grateful that I have such an intelligent, clever, fun, fantastic man to call my husband/baby's daddy. I love you.7.