How It's Going So Far
Transitioning from a Family of 4 to a Family of 5 hasn't exactly been a cakewalk.
Honestly, going from a Family of 3 to a Family of 4 kicked my butt for at least the first year. So I am fully expecting that to be the case again, and I am under no grand illusions that things will just go swimmingly for us.
Right now we are still in newborn days of no sleep and seemingly constant feedings. Jovie will be three weeks this week - and she is a good baby, not very fussy at all - YET - and is very go-with-the-flow. Something I think I "deserve" after having two rough and tumble boys.
In the midst of it all we sold our house. And bought another one. That has a flooded basement no thanks to the storms we had last week. That's another post for another day - but the outcome will be good, but the process of getting there? NIGHTMARE.
My recovery has been great. I feel good. I am off all pain medication except for an occasional dose of over the counter Motrin. I am five pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight and my maternity clothes - except for those awesome extra long tank tops - are now in a pile to be packed away in the closet. My swelling isn't an issue anymore, and I feel like myself on all fronts.
Kid-wise, things have been rough. Easton LOVES his baby sister almost to the point of being obsessed, and he will NOT STOP touching her. I often catch him leaning over her bassinet - entirely too close for comfort, pointing out her features or playing with her hands or just laying his head on her. It's sweet but makes me slightly panicky because all I can think of is how she is so fragile and GERMS EVERYWHERE!
Grayson is a different story. He likes his baby sister and often gives her hugs or pats on the head, but his meltdowns have been hard. I don't blame him. But wowza. Some of his behaviors have really gotten extreme - especially his obsession with the laundry. If we don't change it immediately, he gets incredibly upset. If the machines aren't running constantly, then he is on edge. He has learned how to turn the washer on without our help. Our water bill was the highest it has ever been last month. Trying to temper that has been very difficult. He is also pounding his hands on the wall a lot and slamming doors. I would be lying if I said it wasn't completely exhausting. This in no way diminishes the love we have for our son of course.
Mike is nearly half way through his six weeks of paternity leave, and I have loved so much having him home. He brings a lot of happiness, support and encouragement in our home - and I am not sure what I would do without him - or what I will do when he is back to work! He will be missed terribly - and I am sure each day he comes home from work safely will be met with much anticipation from not just our kids - but me too!
So that's the story. That's how things are going here. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers!
Honestly, going from a Family of 3 to a Family of 4 kicked my butt for at least the first year. So I am fully expecting that to be the case again, and I am under no grand illusions that things will just go swimmingly for us.
Right now we are still in newborn days of no sleep and seemingly constant feedings. Jovie will be three weeks this week - and she is a good baby, not very fussy at all - YET - and is very go-with-the-flow. Something I think I "deserve" after having two rough and tumble boys.
In the midst of it all we sold our house. And bought another one. That has a flooded basement no thanks to the storms we had last week. That's another post for another day - but the outcome will be good, but the process of getting there? NIGHTMARE.
My recovery has been great. I feel good. I am off all pain medication except for an occasional dose of over the counter Motrin. I am five pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight and my maternity clothes - except for those awesome extra long tank tops - are now in a pile to be packed away in the closet. My swelling isn't an issue anymore, and I feel like myself on all fronts.
Kid-wise, things have been rough. Easton LOVES his baby sister almost to the point of being obsessed, and he will NOT STOP touching her. I often catch him leaning over her bassinet - entirely too close for comfort, pointing out her features or playing with her hands or just laying his head on her. It's sweet but makes me slightly panicky because all I can think of is how she is so fragile and GERMS EVERYWHERE!
Grayson is a different story. He likes his baby sister and often gives her hugs or pats on the head, but his meltdowns have been hard. I don't blame him. But wowza. Some of his behaviors have really gotten extreme - especially his obsession with the laundry. If we don't change it immediately, he gets incredibly upset. If the machines aren't running constantly, then he is on edge. He has learned how to turn the washer on without our help. Our water bill was the highest it has ever been last month. Trying to temper that has been very difficult. He is also pounding his hands on the wall a lot and slamming doors. I would be lying if I said it wasn't completely exhausting. This in no way diminishes the love we have for our son of course.
Mike is nearly half way through his six weeks of paternity leave, and I have loved so much having him home. He brings a lot of happiness, support and encouragement in our home - and I am not sure what I would do without him - or what I will do when he is back to work! He will be missed terribly - and I am sure each day he comes home from work safely will be met with much anticipation from not just our kids - but me too!
So that's the story. That's how things are going here. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers!
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