Sarah E Bussey

Quite The Let Down

“Alright Bub, time to get this party started!” Four months postpartum, engorged, and barely able to function in society due to an exhaustion unlike anything I had previously known, I popped Addy on my hip and headed up the steep gravel driveway. Beyond the house I could hear an uproar of partygoers having a wonderful time and started to feel anxious about diving back into such a rowdy social setting. It was Memorial Day, but that wasn’t the only cause for celebration, it was also a friends’ son’s tenth birthday. As I walked into the back yard of a house I had never visited before I noticed the bounce house – an indication that I was, in fact, at the right place – and I started off on a quest to find a familiar face.