First paying submission ever

Today I submitted my first writing to a paying publication. I sent "His Tube Ate My Boob and Other Feeding Fables" to Brain, Child Magazine via email with a return receipt, but I guess their editorial assistant hasn't looked at my email yet, because I haven't received a receipt yet.

The timing is somewhat deliberate. I've waited a while to get critiques and I figure tomorrow and the next several days after I'll be worrying too much about Little T to think much about my essay. Also waiting for T to get better will remind me of the value of patience. At least that's the theory. We'll see how it goes.

More importantly writing the essay helped me confront some of my feelings and history with formula that I'd sorta been hiding from, because I like to think I'm not bound by prejudice and silly beliefs, but in the end we all are. I'm not sure if I'd have been as willing to sign on with the G tube right now if I hadn't written the essay.

I think the G tube may be another chapter in the story. The whole thing seems simple enough, but I have a feeling it won't be. I don't know if it's continuously being burned w/Little T, or mother intution. I just have this feeling of "clear the calendar for the next week, because we're going on another rocky ride." Maybe he'll just be sore and grumpy. He loves to roll on his tummy now and he won't be allowed to for a week. Still rather hellish, because he screams loudly, but by no means life-threatening. We'll see. Please wish us luck.