September 2009 Archives
My sister says the hardest part about being a fivesome is getting a quick table at any restaurant. Four is doable, five...well, you gotta wait. I say, we're not even THINKING of going out of the house for a month or two! Just please let me pack them all safely in the car for a trip to the grocery! Or even better, Hubby can watch all three while I pop into Ralphs for a quiet trip down the aisles!
But we've settled in as a fivesome nicely, methinks, two weeks into this new gig. Baby is sleeping RELATIVELY well, except for one night this week when she woke up at 2 a.m., and 3 a.m., then 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. She sleeps for three hour stretches and isn't much of a crier. She stops wailing as soon as anyone picks her up.
The boys ADORE her. They kiss her so much we have to ask them to stop. Wonder Boy wants to help with everything: fetching diapers, turning on her crib mobile, wiping her drool. Firstborn reports on her every achievement to anyone who will listen.
I am doing much better after the C-section, able at last to get up and down the stairs but still on pain medication. My brother-in-law reminded me yesterday not to drive if I'm on meds even if I'm not drowsy or sleepy as it can be considered drunk driving. Didn't think of that AT ALL! I will have to stop taking the meds then if I have to get behind the wheel, hmm?
But we've settled in as a fivesome nicely, methinks, two weeks into this new gig. Baby is sleeping RELATIVELY well, except for one night this week when she woke up at 2 a.m., and 3 a.m., then 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. She sleeps for three hour stretches and isn't much of a crier. She stops wailing as soon as anyone picks her up.
The boys ADORE her. They kiss her so much we have to ask them to stop. Wonder Boy wants to help with everything: fetching diapers, turning on her crib mobile, wiping her drool. Firstborn reports on her every achievement to anyone who will listen.
I am doing much better after the C-section, able at last to get up and down the stairs but still on pain medication. My brother-in-law reminded me yesterday not to drive if I'm on meds even if I'm not drowsy or sleepy as it can be considered drunk driving. Didn't think of that AT ALL! I will have to stop taking the meds then if I have to get behind the wheel, hmm?
Continue reading Who are these kids and why are they calling me Mommy?.
This is the way it was supposed to happen: after I had washed and put away all the pretty pink things for Baby No. 3, tidied up the house best I could, prepared the boys for their first day of school, and stocked up on frozen dinners, I would go into labor, traipse into the hospital and give birth.
Both sides of the family would then go into Baby Mode, one aunt taking time off from work to stay with boys while Hubby and I were in the hospital, another taking over while everyone else took turns visiting us at the hospital where I would make them sign a proclamation that our baby was the cutest baby in the whole world.
By the time my due date came and went, and I was still pregnant, I had a feeling this pregnancy was going to throw me for a loop. And how.
Continue reading The fruit of MY labor.

