So let’s see, where were we?
Right. Hospital. Spat out baby. Family came to visit. And Simon came to meet his little brother.
We had a present “from George” to Simon, so he opened that and played in the room for a while. My parents stuck around for a few hours before leaving with Simon on an adventure to find Uncle Bert and do other fun things.
We were able to get discharged Saturday night, which was a little shorter of a stay than what most people do, but I was ready to get home and have a night in our house with just the baby before Simon came home. Our house is incredibly small and I was worried about the crying/noise waking Simon up at night.
Everything was pretty uneventful and then Sunday mid morning my parents brought Simon back home. Immediately he ran up to his room and was gathering up stuffed animals to “give” to George.
Then my brother and sister in law came by and gifted Simon and George some pretty awesome Batman pajamas, so we had to put those on, of course.
And everything else went pretty well. Simon periodically asks to hold his brother. He loves him, he also loves snuggling with me and him in bed in the mornings. He’s sighed and wished aloud that he AND Gabe had “breasts with milk in them” so that either a) Gabe could feed the baby so I could assist Simon with something, or b) so Simon could feed the baby because he REALLY wants to feed him.
Simon had his Christmas program just two days after we’d gotten home from the hospital. I crammed my swollen body into my maternity jeans again and we went to the church to hear the preschoolers sing Christmas Carols. The program only lasted 15 minutes, but I wept. I cried because my hormones were a mess, and because they sang songs that were so incredibly sweet, and the kids all had tinsel halos on…and jingle bell necklaces, and I just cried like a baby. We got there late and had to sit in the very back, but I did manage to squeeze myself in amongst the parents taking pictures up front and captured this gem, right as he said, “There’s my mommy!” and again– there were tears (my tears, not his).
So I started this post over a week ago and am only now finishing it. Clearly, I am having a difficult time managing my time
This morning I was out of bed at 7am while everyone (even the baby) slept. I made breakfast for Simon and packed his lunch, woke him up and managed to get everything ready, for the first time since we brought the baby home. The only thing that DIDN’T get ready for the day was me. It was very encouraging to get things accomplished this morning. It felt like at SOME point, I’ll be able to get us all ready and out the door to work, school and sitter.
But most of the time we’re just flailing around here trying to fulfill the immediate desires of our offspring, drinking Crystal Light Lemonade and wearing pajamas even after we take showers.
I will try really hard to get more updates on here- including Christmas, New Years’ and a list of things keeping us afloat. 🙂