these are just random thoughts i have been jotting down this past week. a totally wonky list of things going through this crazy postpartum mind of mine.
thank you all SO much for your sweet words, congratulations, and welcoming of our story kate into the world. she is more wonderful than my fingers can type into words and i don't remember what life was like without her. which is seriously weird but seriously true.
i am so thankful i was able to sleep in the birthing center. with both the boys i could not fall asleep to save my life. this time around? i slept when story slept the entire time, and sent her off with the nurses at night and they brought her back when she was ready to eat. best decision of my life. i left the birthing center feeling somewhat refreshed. and we stayed at extra night longer than we had with foster. another runner up for the best decision of my life. it was like a little mini vacay for caleb and i. the boys were well cared for by my parents and sister and we slept, loved our sweet girl, took advantage of the nurse button, and ate more crushed ice than anyone ever thought possible.
speaking of crushed ice. i can't stop thinking about it. you know, i did send my husband to write down the name of the ice machine in the birthing center. it's called scotsman. don't worry, i googled it so you all don't have to. i told caleb that my life would be SO much better, i would be SO happy if i could have an ice machine like that. (i need help). my birthday is coming up you know. i prefer the "nugget ice" maker, puhlease. these machines are crazy expensive. like… the cheapest one… is $2,000 or something insane like that. NOT gonna work for me. so i have been frantically searching amazon, like the crazy woman i am, trying to find an ice maker that will create "chewy, nugget-like ice." ummm... can someone help a sister out? who else has one of these machines? no one? is that crickets i hear? if you specialize in ice makers and can help me i will kiss you on the mouth.
our first night home was redic. we felt so good from the two nights at the hospital that we're all we got this. story was, like any three day old baby, up all night and slept all day. in my deliriousness i fell asleep while she was nursing and knocked over my gigantic cup (the one i stole from the hospital) full of lemony icey water, ALL over our bed, my husband, and myself. it sort of puddled up and somehow covered our entire bed, bedding, and bodies. of course, at 2 am, i can't think of where extra sheets are, so we slept on our mattress with random quilts and blankets thrown over us. well, we didn't really even sleep. it was a joke.
i have to keep reminding myself that i will really start trying to get into a swing of a schedule (eat, wake, sleep) with story around 2 weeks old. i want to do it already but she is so sleepy being only a few days old. reality check, danielle. reality check. so, i am just a walking zombie right now. take nothing i say to heart. but, this much i know is true: there is a light at the end of the tunnel. remind me of this often, friends. remind me of this often.
i am working on writing out story's birth story. i am so excited to share it with you all.
story was born on friday morning at 2:19 am and we were discharged on sunday, so her first appointment with her pediatrician was monday. she was up 4 oz from the day before! yeehaw! and no jaundice. so we don't have to go back for one month. so crazy. i feel like i was at the pediatrician 20x the first week of brody and foster's lives. perspective.
can someone please point in the direction of nursing bras that come in bigger cup sizes than target offers? and that don't cost $80 each? thankyouverymuch.
i'd also like to say that i am so much more hungry and have so many more cravings when nursing rather than when pregnant. does anyone else feel this way?
feed me. my boobs hurt.
the thing about being a mom of three, for me, is right now i have no choice that life must go on. i mean, i didn't have a choice after brody was born but it felt like i did. i had no other little people around me. just me and him. and it was so hard. the motivation was hard. the emotions were hard. the doing anything was hard. right now i feel forced almost into laundry, dishes, kicking the soccer ball, conversing about life with a 2 and almost 4 year old. it makes it harder in a way, and easier in a way. do you know what i mean or am i not making sense what-so-ever? i am thankful today for the have to. although if you ask me next week, or tomorrow, if i am thankful for all i have to do my answer may change drastically.
note to self: one day at a time.