I finally had my little bundle of cries and coos 3 days after I posted the last entry. She was comfy in the womb 42 weeks and 1 day, 5 days short of how long her brother was in there. Good thing I’m not having any more babies because I don’t think I’d want to see how long the third would stay in there! Her name is Kaylee Devera, after two of my favorite characters – one from Firefly and one from my favorite book series (Taltos by Steven Brust). She’s beautiful and doing great. She was a whoppin’ 9lbs at birth and has since gained about a pound and a half. Everyone is adjusting slowly and trying to find our new normal.
We stayed with family for several days after she was born, celebrated our birthday, and then took two days to leisurely make our way back down home where we found some downed trees in our backyard but no other damage from the hurricane really. The management company got people out here to clean that up and fix the fence, and other than a big stump that still needs to be removed the backyards in good and usable shape (and we’ll hopefully be using it much more as the weather starts cooling off). I’m glad nothing else got damaged and we were able to avoid having to deal with the mess associated with insurance claims and whatnot.
Sleeps been hard to come by as you could imagine with a new baby and a confused toddler. All the changes and activity between going to see family, having the baby, coming back here, my husband returning to work — I’m actually pretty impressed with how well the kid’s handled everything. He’s been acting out a little but I think that’s really just more due to his normal development than the changes, though I won’t say it’s had no effect obviously it has. He’s had issues sleeping through the night and has needed more validation of his existence, constantly seeking attention and confirmation when he speaks. It can be trying on one’s patience but I understand his needs and try to meet them.
Luckily baby girl hasn’t been too hellacious and I’ve gotten to spend time with her brother every day, which is probably why he’s not acting worse. He had daddy and grandparents to play with when she first got here, then me and daddy, and now mostly back to just me most of the time so there was time to ease him into the transition. Had we been here with no family to help, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly I’m sure. I’m definitely thankful for that.
I’m adjusting to juggling a newborn and a soon to be 3 year old. It’s definitely physical, mental, and emotional exercise daily. My ‘infinite patience’ is shining through! Between the lack of sleep, the constant nursing, and all the toddler wrangling I’m amazed if anything gets done and if I have any energy left to do anything – hell even as simple as sitting her blogging is a rarity. I have gotten to play games and make myself food, worked a little on my bullet journal (barely scratched the surface so far), and I’ve been using my nursing time to listen to audiobooks whenever possible. So at least there’s that. And taking care of my babies is never a bad thing – exhausting yes, but I love the time I get to spend with them.
As time goes on I’ll get to make time for other things I want to do – like streaming, coding, crafting, etc. And I’m still planning to participate in #NaNoWriMo, I just really need to get my butt in gear and do some #preptober stuff so I’m not so overwhelmed come Nov first!