Since I am currently riding my 6th newborn rodeo, I thought I should record what life is like right now because I know all too well that this is going to go by way too quickly and all seem like a blur.
Joining Jen and the gang because it's Friday, and I love numbered lists.
I want to remember...
How big the toddler always looks when you bring home the next baby.
SO BIG! And what strikes me every.single.time we've done this homecoming routine, is the size of their bum. You get used to changing a little newborn's diaper at the hospital (though I prefer to let the nurses do their job) and then you come home and have to wipe your toddler, and it's like bordering on inappropriate because he practically has a grown man's bottom.
How many friends we have.
Seriously, it's overwhelming to this introvert...but in a good way! When I gave birth to Maggie, I did not get one single meal brought to me. I didn't know many people at all back then, because I had dropped out of my Mom's group the year before when I had started working part-time. We also went to a parish that did not have any other young families (really, none) and I only had one co-worker in my office at work. Fast forward to Declan's arrival - I work in a great place with tons of wonderful coworkers, we are in an amazing parish with so many young families and friendly moms, and have really felt like we have established our roots here and made so many strong friendships. The Meal Ministry at our parish has set us up with TEN meals over the course of a few weeks, and even more friends and family have offered us a meal as soon as we're ready.
I have received so many texts and phone calls and emails over the past weeks of waiting for Declan's arrival that I can't even get back to everyone! And I'm not complaining, I love having so many supportive and prayerful people around us, I can't tell you how much it does for a mother's soul to feel embraced in a giant bear hug.
Newborns are boring.
They are cute and cuddly and smell delicious and so sweet...but they are boring. All Declan does is root and nurse and poop and sleep, which makes him a perfect baby. I just seem to forget how much they want to nurse at this stage, I am honestly nursing him every hour or more when he's awake, and then he'll sleep a big chunk of time, which leads me to my next point.
During that big chunk of sleep, I know I should be sleeping.
But 2 things always happen:
Either A. As soon as I lay down I think about all the things that I could be doing, and I can't fall asleep. I feel lazy and not accomplished and so I get up and start doing stuff.
Or B. I get so excited at the prospect of sleep that I can't wind down enough to actually sleep. So I get up and start doing stuff.
Then I regret it when he wakes up for a marathon nursing session and I am so tired, but it just keeps happening!
Hygiene is important.
I posted this picture on Instagram showing how pregnant I still look at one week postpartum. So many of you commented on how amazing it was that I had showered. But I have to tell you something I've learned the hard way through the years...keeping up on hygiene and getting dressed and putting on makeup/brushing your hair/whatever makes you feel pretty does a world of good for one's emotional state. I know we may feel like crap, but when we at least look decent, we can trick ourselves into having a better day. When you pass by a mirror, you can say "Hey, that woman has it all together. HEY! That woman is ME!"
How the siblings react to new baby.
Maybe my kids are weird, but we've never had any of the jealousy issues that some parents talk about when bringing home a new baby. I think it's because we had so many while they were so young that they don't know any better. They are oblivious of our plan to take over the world, mwahahaha!
The way Xander calls him "Baby Dec-a-lan" and sings him "I love you, a bushel and a peck" when he starts to fuss.
How Maggie was not disappointed at all that she got another brother, she was just so happy to have a new baby.
The way Eamon rushes home from school, washes his hands, and then asks to hold Declan.
How excited Andrew was that Declan had dark hair and dark skin and weighed the same as he did at birth. Twinsies.
How John-Paul is practically brought to tears every time Declan cries in the car, and we can't soothe him. So sensitive.
We are immensely enjoying our babymoon, and if I could ask a small favor, could you all please pray for Baby Rebecca and her family? Thank you!