This has not been the easiest transition for us. The new kid is fabulous, but the health issues (while minor, thank goodness) have made for a very difficult week and a half at home. We’ve been in and out of doctor’s offices and labs every day since we’ve left the hospital. Today we have three such visits, which makes for a bit of a hectic day, particularly since M is trying to squeeze a bit of work in amongst all this.
Little notes like these pop up occasionally by my elbow and on my bedside table, letting me know that someone else in the house is thinking of us. This one came over a particularly trying couple of hours of forcing a naked baby onto a hard plastic bili blanket for some unwanted light therapy. At first I thought the picture was of F crying, now I realize it was likely me. We’ve both done our fair share.
I’m sorry that you can’t get F to sleep.
I’m sorry that you can’t get F to sleep.
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Other notes are left to cheer us on…
…and perhaps the nicest note I have ever received came yesterday after our first “stay at home” day – just the three of us. We made it to the park for awhile after the lab, and drew pictures and played Lego’s while F napped in the afternoon.
…and perhaps the nicest note I have ever received came yesterday after our first “stay at home” day – just the three of us. We made it to the park for awhile after the lab, and drew pictures and played Lego’s while F napped in the afternoon.
Despite the frustration, the exhaustion, and the uncertainty, I managed to have a wonderful day with her as well. Knowing that another fabulous person emerges from the fragility of a newborn keeps me going, and keeps me centered on appreciating those newborn moments that are so trying, and yet so fleeting. I have E to thank for keeping me focused on that. Man, I love that kid.