Tired mom brain? Newborn fog? Distracted with diapers and feedings? Probably a little bit of all of this because just today I sat down to blog (finally) and realized that I never published this post.
This post from a mere four weeks ago.
Oh well. Although some things are better left unsaid, I'm hoping that this is actually better late than never.
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Jaxton arrived on a Friday afternoon and Saturday through Sunday evening was a steady stream of excited and encouraging visitors. Lots of friends and lots more pictures than space to share... each bringing lots of well-wishes, chocolates, flowers, and prayers. Less than 24 hours old, and you were loved and cradled by many already!
Yes, jaundice. Every 48 hours for a week and a half Jax and I have visited the pediatrician for a quick blood draw to test his bilirubin levels. His levels are beginning to drop, but not at the pace the doctor would like. If he's not in the "safe zone" by our next visit we'll have to move on the Plan B. While not a huge medical concern at this point, it has been rather inconvenient. Clearly he didn't get my telepathic message via the womb that I like things to stay on schedule and happen according to plan.
My mom-in-law stayed for a short weekend, but long enough to enjoy the kids and keep their attention so that I could rest. And really, that was a huge gift in and of itself!
I'm tempted to set the timer on the microwave to manage the duration each of your siblings gets to hold you - and I need to document this so I can remind them one day that they actually used to argue over who got to hold you next and for how long.
The van has one more car seat in it and it still a strange sight when I look back and see four small heads. The stroller is a new permanent fixture in the back of the van and there is a stash if diapers and an extra outfit in the seat pocket for that unexpected emergency.
Your dad and I are tired because of every-two-hour feedings. And even when you're not awake to eat, your sleep is anything but silent and is full of newborn gurgles and grunts and sighs. I figure one day you may move out on your own and that I'll catch up on lost sleep then.
Yes, life is far from the same. But you know what? I'm happy about that and wouldn't trade it for a second. (Well, unless it was a few seconds that meant sleep!)