People keep asking me how I am. And I say, “good.” And it’s like they don’t believe me. But I am. Please believe me.
The hospital stay was pretty cushy.
I had my own room, great care and a couple friends even brought me mimosas. Very refreshing!
And this hospital provides a private lobster celebration dinner for you and your spouse before you check out (I am not joking. Get pregnant and have a baby there immediately).
I barely noticed those 3 folks joining us in the middle, although that does look incredibly like my mother-in-law and twins.
Upon leaving the hospital and returning home, I realized that I do indeed have a lot of children.
After a few days, I had to bring Cash in for some blood work because my doctor was worried his skin looked too jaundice. I just carried him into the hospital because he’s 7 lbs and I didn’t think it was a great idea to deal with a heavy infant seat and stroller a week after a c-section. The nurse in pediatrics looked at me like I had just used my baby as a human shield while robbing a bank.
“Where is your stroller?” she asked.
“I didn’t bring one. Because this is my 5th kid and well, it was just easier to carry him.”
Turns out, Cash is fine color wise and despite the fact that he apparently has an insane mother that would forgo the stroller.
Meanwhile, I lost my iPhone this week which was a relief – because it wasn’t a kid.
Some guy named Oscar found it and returned it to me. I was going to rename our son Oscar but decided to tip the guy instead and let him know very good karma is coming his way!
So yes, I’m tired. But this is all so much easier than when the twins were born that I feel like I’m on vacation. With the twins, we couldn’t breathe. We just kept trying to survive. Every morning I would wake up feeling like I had been in a car accident and dreaming of getting on a plane to Paris so I could sleep the whole way there and then eat buttery croissants.
But this is more like a tired bliss. Cash is amazing and my gratitude for this little boy is limitless.