Let me try to think of the right word for my first night with Chase at home…
No, that’s not quite it.
No, not exactly.
No, definitely not that.
Oh. I’ve got it. Completely insane. He basically woke up every hour and a half to breast feed despite the fact that I kept reminding him that in the NICU he only fed every 3 hours and seemed quite content and happy.
And the next day, a mother from my daughters’ preschool actually said to me,
“You look really really tired.”
Well, that’s because I am lady. Well, in my head I said “biatch” instead of “lady.” Yes, I’m tired. Yes, I still look pregnant. Yes, I have constant hot flashes and night sweats from breast feeding. Yes, I had planned to have my hair done and my eyebrows waxed before the babies came. But when they told me I needed an emergency c-section six weeks before my due date, it really was too late to say, “But I need my highlights done first. I’ll hit the salon and be back in two hours.”
The second night with Chase was a bit better. Because he’s a preemie, he is not quite as skilled at breast feeding and gets tired and falls asleep before he’s full. So now I breast feed him and supplement with a bottle of breast milk which gives me a longer stretch of sleep.
The girls are completely OBSESSED with the little boy. They can’t keep their hands off him. He’s better than candy. Summer is determined to be a fabulous big sister…
And it looks like Harlowe is coming home on Friday. I can’t wait. I really miss the girl.