I can see clearly now..
I have attempted to blog about 3 times since Lucy made her appearance and each time something or someone comes up and my plan is thwarted. I am not complaining, mind you... it is just that in the grand scheme, blogging has ranked well below going to the bathroom, feeding my face, and taking a superfast-but ultimately very necessary shower each day. That's it. That is all there is time for with my little cherub. Christmas season is in full swing and I am really trying to get everything off where it needs to go and try to muster a bit of holiday cheer.
We are (dare I write it) starting to see a semblence of a routine here. Lucy is sleeping actually quite well. She wakes twice for a feeding in the night, sometimes requiring a little topping off after the first, so really 3 times, but who is counting right? The point is that she has figured out that at night, people sleep. That is HUGE! I am once again approaching sanity.
J is adjusting in spurts. One day it is "I'm so glad that I'm a big girl." the next it's "Can I climb into your moby wrap?" For those unaware, the wrap is a baby carrier and it would take a Herculean effort, much creativity and surely surpass my supposed 10 lb weight limit post C-section to put J inside. Still, I understand the request. J's whole world has changed. I look at her and she seems so big and I have to remind myself that she is still just 4 and a half and that I can't ask more of her than I did before. (except to fetch the occasional burp cloth)
I am convinced that there is nothing like the first month post-partum. The highs the lows, the worries, the sleep deprivation, the hours of staring at your newborn's precious face, and the way time seems to warp. I am almost 4 weeks out now, and I feel like we just got home from the hospital and conversely that Lucy has been here forever.