It has been almost a week since Monster 3 joined our little family of 4, making us complete at 5. Yet still, a week later, I am still kind of dazed. Between the consistent stream of friends and family coming to see all of us, my mom staying to help out and Husband being home from work, we have been in a "dream world". There has been an extra set of hands at all times, and plenty of people who just plain WANT to hold the baby. It has been awesome.
Then, out of nowhere, reality set in. I thought I had at least an extra 24 hours before Husband would be off to work, so it was ok that my mom had to leave this morning. But not even ten minutes after she was out of the driveway, Husband got a text asking if he could work a few hours tonight at his side job.
"No biggie" I said. "Go ahead and do it! I'll be fine. It has to start eventually."
He's been gone for all of 15 minutes, and I'm kind of at a loss. The baby is sleeping in his swing, the girls are jamming and dancing to music (which he is thankfully sleeping through!) and I am catching up on my blog.
Not too terribly hard.
Except for whatever reason I have developed a pounding headache that keeps coming back throughout the day.
Except for I'm fighting to keep my eyes open and have to do so for another 4 hours.
Not to mention I can't drink any coffee or caffeine because I had some already today.
And since the music is on, it wouldn't be very nice of me to turn the t.v. on to entertain myself.
*sigh* We've got this. Totally. Only 5 hours until Husband is home.
So instead, we'll focus on all the awesome-ness of the past week.
After my intense and crazy delivery of our son, we have spent the whole time just marveling on how amazing it is to have him.
Monsters 1 & 2 have completely surprised me with how well they have adapted. I am constantly reminded of how sweet and caring my oldest child is, and I have been blown away by the lack of jealousy that I had anticipated with my sweet baby number 2. I worry about her having middle child syndrome. The poor thing is stuck between "baby" and "big girl". She is so eager to help out and marvel over her baby brother, yet I still cannot fight this strong willed little creature to be potty trained! She "lubs her baby" and "hates her panties". Lord help me with this crazy child!
Monster1 loves to be designated "babysitter". She will sit in my room and play at her vanity table while Brother sleeps in his bassinet. She loves to listen for him, tuck him in and give him his paci. Of course, she despises when he cries, and throws her hands over her ears. She will protest against the "whining" informing me that I need to make it stop, because it's bugging her. Oh my word, she is so grown sometimes.
Monster 3, of course, sleeps, eats and poops. Cause he's a baby, and that's just what they do. He's damn cute when he does it though, so naturally, I could watch him sleep, eat and poop all day long. Come to think of it, I do watch him do those things basically all day!
Personal accomplishment of sorts is that I am wearing a real pair of jeans. Granted they are two sizes bigger than before I got pregnant, but hell, I'm 6 days postpartum, and according to Husband I don't look like I just had a baby. Now he could be saying that simply because he's the Husband and that's his job, but it's still nice to hear. I'm just in love with the fact that my legs are covered by denim again.I don't know if it is possible to crave an article of clothing, but I was definitely craving my jeans. I'm so in love with this pair (that I scored for .99c at Goodwill!) that I almost just want to stay in this size just so I can keep wearing them. However that would be silly, because it's just this one pair, and in my closet I have about 10 pairs of pants waiting to fit over my hips and belly once more. I'm determined folks. Screw the holidays, I want to wear my clothes again.
Anyway, so that is what's happening with us these days. It's been crazy, but we love it.
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