Goodness knows Erin and I are not getting much.
I just can't resist.
No matter how crabby and sleep deprived I feel in the morning (up every two hours thankyouverymuchHarryeatsalot), it's impossible not to feel incredibly blessed when I wake to the sight of this:
and this:
Leo has a brother. Ellie has a sister. A large part of me still can't believe it. When will it sink in?
Here are some odds and ends, in place of an actual, well-thought out post.
1. The sciatica is still killing me. I am hobbling around like an old woman and it stinks. I thought delivery would be the golden ticket and it would go away but apparently not. I go back to the chiropractor today and I am expecting a miracle. A miracle! Because this pain is making everything that much harder.
2. Lucy is a wonderful sleeper. Harry is---apparently starving ALL THE TIME, poor guy. He also seems to have some pretty bad spit-up/gastro issues. Ellie was the same way. It seems to take him a full hour after he eats to stop spitting up and to settle down which means that yes, by the time he's settled down and "comfortable,' it's, ta-da! Time to eat again. Oh but he's a cuddler, yes he is. This little man could absolutely live in the crook of your neck and be quite happy with life.
3. I want to be clear from my last post that I am totally and completely appreciating the newbornness, even if I go on (and on) about the lack of sleep on my part. Yes it's hard and exhausting but these are our last babies (sniff!) and I am reveling in the smell of newborn heads and necks and the buttery, impossibly soft limbs, the post-nursing milk comas and the hilarious little faces and sounds that emanate from these tiny people. Yes, the sleep deprivation is hell but it's short-lived and I know that someday they will have a bedtime and I can go back to my thrilling nightly rituals of independently watching television and eating ice cream and folding laundry and doing whatever the heck I want. For now, I'm a slave to the newborns and even if I grouse a bit, I love it. That's the beauty of third time parenting of newborns: I know it's not forever and it will never happen again.
Lastly, lest anyone think we've lost our sense of humor around here, yesterday I looked over and spotted this:
Don't worry. Lucy was safe and sound in Grandma Jerry's arms.
