Life around here is pretty much status
quo. We eat, sleep, poop and repeat. Throw in a bit of fussing, some tears and drama when diapers are changed, lots of cuddling, loving frustration in the middle of the night when all you want is sleep and you get our life. We love it. We really do.
They are changing so fast. It is rather unfair. This time passes so quickly and it is all a blur since you are functioning on auto pilot tending to the necessities of newborn care and trying to keep up. Max is now 6 pounds and Kate 5 1/2 pounds as far as I can tell by weighing them with me on our home scale.
I am still pumping and the three of us are learning to nurse. It requires great patience on my part and perseverance. We. will. succeed. I am determined. That being said, the kids have made great progress, especially Kate. Where she used to sit at my breast (yes, I said it) and just dilly dally there not knowing what to do, how to latch or promptly fall asleep, she now latches and can nurse when she wants to or is patient enough to get things moving.
Slooowly but surely. Max nurses like a champ and has saved me twice now with clogged ducts that my pump could not remove. Bless him. Somedays I feel like a rock star with the success of our few nursing sessions throughout the day and others when nothing seems to go right or Max downs a whole 2 ounce bottle after nursing on me for 20 minutes I wonder why the crap I seem to bother and what the heck was he doing on there the whole time? Sigh. This is hard. Probably the hardest part of this whole motherhood thing right now.
We are dealing with one fussy Kate in the evening hours and a certain father gets rather tired of her shenanigans in the wee hours of his shift. Phil is a sport, taking his nightly shift and managing the two kids with ease, albeit with the loving impatience that only sleep deprivation can bring. Then he goes to work after 5
ish hours of sleep and keeps our household afloat with his financial winnings. We love him.
I am doing well. Caring for two little beings can be taxing and I already feel the mommy guilt when both children need me at the same time but I am only able to take care of one at a time in certain situations. With my pumping to maintain supply and practicing nursing, feeding bottles at other times it really is round the clock care with perhaps an hour downtime where I can catch a nap, just enough time to fall deep asleep and then wake up to some demanding hungry children. Love it.
My mom has been here helping and we greatly appreciate her. She helps with baby holding, feeding, changing, etc. She has washed countless loads of laundry and gets up in the night with us. She has been a gem.
Kate is fussing now, Phil is losing patience, my pumping session is nearing its end and intervention may be required. :)
