Honeymoon Finale

It's over. The honeymoon has ended. This afternoon brought this fact screaming into reality for me as I crouched on the floor with tears threatening to spill as I held tight to a sobbing, angry, sad toddler who wanted to get away from me as he pinched both my arms and then signed and said "Hurt Momma", until he eventually vomitted due to his distress. All because he couldn't go outside.
A couple of hours alone with both my children and this is what takes place. What the hell am I going to do once B returns to work? This no lifting for 6 weeks is absolutely painful....mentally...to both W & me. I feel like I've lost him. In the past 10 days I have only put him down for a nap twice and (both times B had to go in and sing to him in order for him to settle) and got him up in the morning twice (to which W is asking for his Da). B is the bedtime guy, the fun play in the yard guy, the everything guy. And I am the sit and do very little gal. Not being able to carry and lift W is hurtful. Hurts my heart.

Honeymoon Finale

It's over. The honeymoon has ended. This afternoon brought this fact screaming into reality for me as I crouched on the floor with tears threatening to spill as I held tight to a sobbing, angry, sad toddler who wanted to get away from me as he pinched both my arms and then signed and said "Hurt Momma", until he eventually vomitted due to his distress. All because he couldn't go outside.
A couple of hours alone with both my children and this is what takes place. What the hell am I going to do once B returns to work? This no lifting for 6 weeks is absolutely painful....mentally...to both W & me. I feel like I've lost him. In the past 10 days I have only put him down for a nap twice and (both times B had to go in and sing to him in order for him to settle) and got him up in the morning twice (to which W is asking for his Da). B is the bedtime guy, the fun play in the yard guy, the everything guy. And I am the sit and do very little gal. Not being able to carry and lift W is hurtful. Hurts my heart.

One Week

A week ago today we were anxiously awaiting the arrival of our baby "girl". Now, here we are settling into life as a family of four with two beautiful boys!

Our new little fella is a doll. He's content, happy to be fed, cuddled, petted by his older brother, and a pretty fair sleeper. R already sleeps 4 hr stretches at night. Obviously he's getting enough to eat as his birth weight was 8 lb 13oz and now he's at 9lb 7oz! His dad says I'm a good "milker". Holstein or Guernsy?

This week has gone so fast. Soon the boys will be out on dates & I'll be blogging about the perils of middle age. Slow this boat down!

One Week

A week ago today we were anxiously awaiting the arrival of our baby "girl". Now, here we are settling into life as a family of four with two beautiful boys!

Our new little fella is a doll. He's content, happy to be fed, cuddled, petted by his older brother, and a pretty fair sleeper. R already sleeps 4 hr stretches at night. Obviously he's getting enough to eat as his birth weight was 8 lb 13oz and now he's at 9lb 7oz! His dad says I'm a good "milker". Holstein or Guernsy?

This week has gone so fast. Soon the boys will be out on dates & I'll be blogging about the perils of middle age. Slow this boat down!

He's Here!

Welcome little squishy face boy! Just an hour or so old in this pic.

Three days ago we welcomed into the world our new little fella. R weighed in at 8lb13oz...which was such a big shock as he's so little!! We have no clothes or diapers in that size range. What happened to our 12lb baby? The nurses in recovery laughed at my response to his weight..."My baby?! He's so little!"

He's lovely. Just so sweet. So cuddly. And we can't get enough of him.

W even likes him! "Bup" (which means Baby in W's lingo). W waves to him, lays his cheek on his head while R is nursing, touches his nose & eyes, & has offered to brush his teeth. So far so good! We have found that letting W know what we're doing next with R diminishes whining and the urge to strike out at Bup.

We are so glad that the decision was made to have a cesarean. What a different experience! The staff at the Rockyview were phenomenal. The surgery, albeit frightening at the time, went so quickly. R was born at 1610 and I was in recovery at 1624. Amazing. We even lucked out and were given a private room! There is something to be said for privacy. This made such a positive impact on our stay.

...and of a most important note...my favorite husband is amazing. There is no way I could have calmly gone through this experience without him. His attentiveness, calm demeanor, and willingness to be at my beck & call was more helpful than a few sentences can convey. Of course, there were ups & downs at the hopsital but having B through it all is what made the difference.

I am so grateful. I have three beautiful boys in my life.

Now, our MWB name is defunct. What shall it become?

W's first meeting with R.

He's Here!

Welcome little squishy face boy! Just an hour or so old in this pic.

Three days ago we welcomed into the world our new little fella. R weighed in at 8lb13oz...which was such a big shock as he's so little!! We have no clothes or diapers in that size range. What happened to our 12lb baby? The nurses in recovery laughed at my response to his weight..."My baby?! He's so little!"

He's lovely. Just so sweet. So cuddly. And we can't get enough of him.

W even likes him! "Bup" (which means Baby in W's lingo). W waves to him, lays his cheek on his head while R is nursing, touches his nose & eyes, & has offered to brush his teeth. So far so good! We have found that letting W know what we're doing next with R diminishes whining and the urge to strike out at Bup.

We are so glad that the decision was made to have a cesarean. What a different experience! The staff at the Rockyview were phenomenal. The surgery, albeit frightening at the time, went so quickly. R was born at 1610 and I was in recovery at 1624. Amazing. We even lucked out and were given a private room! There is something to be said for privacy. This made such a positive impact on our stay.

...and of a most important note...my favorite husband is amazing. There is no way I could have calmly gone through this experience without him. His attentiveness, calm demeanor, and willingness to be at my beck & call was more helpful than a few sentences can convey. Of course, there were ups & downs at the hopsital but having B through it all is what made the difference.

I am so grateful. I have three beautiful boys in my life.

Now, our MWB name is defunct. What shall it become?

W's first meeting with R.

40 Weeks

40 weeks of incubating.

10 or so pounds (unbelievable).

51 inch waist.

Sleepless nights.

The world's smallest bladder.

Feet that have disappeared.

A stomach that ebbs & flows on it's own.

Flat, non-existant belly button.

Dreams of what this little "appleseed" will look like.

And tomorrow, it's all over.

It's all beginning.