The drama of the good

I have a beautiful baby niece. I feel like I want to only type that over and over and over. I'm gonna pass out some Padron cigars to myself!


Along with my tom yum goong soup, I always witness becoming a new aunt by coming home and bawling my eyes out. The stress of being a witness to birth and labor just wears me out. Add into that all of the directions that our family drama's branch out, the stress just multiplies around me in my aura of new baby.

I really missed my dad this time. It all feels wrong that he isn't here. It doesn't make sense and it isn't right. And I really missed my Nana and talked about her Leo spirit all day.

Our hospital has put in a new visitation policy that makes logical sense but it's horrible on large families. Especially on families that have to deal with selfish and vengeful non-family members that don't have respect for all involved. And I think that's all I'm going to type right now before this ends up to be a whole new blog in itself.