Over the weekend, Rick and I decided to take all four kids and attend a birthday party at Bowlmor Lanes in New York City. Because you know how newborns love to bowl.
And like any great bowling adventure, we learned a key fact of life…
Operating a new stroller is not intuitive.
We brought our Graco DuoGlider and well, we couldn’t even figure out how to open it.
So we finally threw it back in the car and just carried the infant car seats. Strollers are for wimps anyway. (We have since figured out how to open and operate the damn thing.)
Meanwhile, exactly 5 days after Harlowe got out of the NICU, she came down with a cold. I knew those nurses should never have trusted us with her care. Just to clarify, my daughter Dylan came down with a cold first and because Dylan insists on loving too much (which means kissing and hugging the babies about 57 times a day), Harlowe also got sick.
I was a little stressed out because I don’t like the idea of a sick newborn. I immediately brought her to the doctor who, of course, asked…
“Does she have a temperature?”
Hmm… well, how the hell should I know?! I didn’t exactly take her temperature. I was just thrilled that in my fatigue haze I actually brought the right twin to the doctor’s appointment.
Thankfully, she does not have a temperature and hopefully it’s just a little virus.
Rick has been on paternity leave and I promise you, even though he won’t admit it, the guy is DYING to go back to work. We’ve really been struggling with the exhaustion and trying to keep this house moving along. But every night, once we have found a little calmness, we can’t believe how lucky we are. I love when my arms are full of babies…