Hey I'm still alive. Whaddayaknow.
Nah really, we are doing quite fine following the addition of a third baby. I'm pretty sure she is the easiest baby in Texas, possibly the universe, so that helps a whole huge ton. She sleeps, she eats, she smiles, she high fives. We are learning new things, new routines, a new child. And we're tired. Oh are we tired. But we are keeping our heads above water for sure.
I'm so tired of coffee. I have consumed much of it in the past week or so and I'm just super duper over it, much like I find myself in the final weeks of tax season. Caffeine yes, coffee blech. So I've been trying tea or soda instead but really I think I just need about 14 hours of sleep a night to curb this fatigue. Baby sleeps through the night, there's no problem there, but we are both just. so. tired. omg. Even though the past week has gone swimmingly in the area of logistics and keeping children generally alive and happy, the emotions have been running high and that can drain ya, lemme tell ya. So I will keep chugging. Just not chugging coffee.
I was worried how the girls would do sharing a room, if bedtimes would be a disaster and nights would be a wreck of nobody sleeping, including me. My worry was unnecessary. When baby has had her bottle, she is done for. Goner. Not even Sister hollering for her typical minute or so upon my exit from the room will bother her. And then they sleep. And then they wake up in the morning and stand up and stare at each other over the ends of their side by side cribs and my heart melts. Sister points and says "Baba! Baba!" like "Mom, did you know this baby is still here??"
I have had moments when I have thought how does anybody handle three kids ever and I have had moments when I've thought what's the big deal, this is a piece of cake. The latter is more common than the former, much to my surprise.
Brother alternates between talking to or playing with Baby and totally ignoring her. Sister alternates between being surprisingly independent and being hella jealous. Suddenly someone else has busted her previous monopoly on mama's attention and she occasionally makes her opposition known in the form of plastering herself to my leg or attempting to physically take over my arms or lap, such that Baby sometimes ends up smushed or dethroned. We're working on Sister getting specific time with me often, when she doesn't have to fight for it. The flip side is a wonderous independence this has brought out in her and a more proportionate reliance on daddy to fulfill her needs.
This will be a journey for sure. Nobody said we needed to have this all figured out lickety split. But we are really doing quite well so far. So...go us. *pats self on back*
So glad to hear that. Three under three has got to be a challenge under the best of circumstances. I on the other hand have probably the most intense baby in Texas, and I'm getting my butt kicked by just one, so I admire you.ReplyDelete
Well, upon completion of this weekend, I may be soon writing a blog post called "I Take It Back". I think the novelty of Baby has worn off for the big kids and they are reverting to some previous crazy habits. :-/Delete