Saturday, August 5, 2017

Life With Two

The thought of adding a second baby to our family terrified me.

I spent most of my pregnancy wondering if we'd made a giant mistake. It was too soon. They'd be too close together. I was too old. My back hurt too much. I didn't want to go through the pain and hassle of breastfeeding for another year. We'd ruin Jack.

Even the first week or so we were home from the hospital, I had these same thoughts. Jack had a bit of a rough time adjusting right away. We were tired and not on top of our parenting game, so we didn't always deal with his tantrums the best. I was hormonal, sore from surgery, exhausted, convinced I wasn't going to bond with Milo (we had a rough hospital stay), and again I worried that this whole second baby thing was a mistake. Or at least poorly timed.

But then there are days like this. Moments like these. Jack knows that Milo doesn't always like tummy time, so Jack lies on his tummy next to Milo and gives him an encouraging pep talk.

And in these moments I think we're going to be okay.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

I Had Another Baby

He's here. It's another boy and his name is Milo. He's sweet and cute and looks exactly like Jack did as a newborn.

Someday I'll write his birth story, but honestly a scheduled csection is not that interesting of a story.

He eats like a champ (read: all the time), but the plus side is he sleeps in pretty solid chunks at night. I actually have to get up to pump more than feed. Which isn't my favorite, but it's helping me build a freezer stash and keep up my supply for when his sleep inevitably changes.

Two kids is...different. It's rough a lot of the time. Bobby took 4 weeks off work which is HUGE in helping me with Jack and helping me recover from surgery (especially because I can't lift Jack). But it's exhausting and challenging and the 2 year old totally acts like a 2 year old most of the time. We're dealing with tons of whining and diffusing tantrums all day long. Plus marathon nursing and trying to let my incision and muscles heal.

So we're surviving. It's hard, but it's also very, very good.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Thirty-nine

I'm 39 weeks pregnant. Up nearly 30 pounds. Its 90+ degrees here with over 70% humidity.

C-section is scheduled for Friday morning at 5:30 am.

Pass the castor oil?