Yesterday was Lucy’s 1 month “birthday”. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have noticed/remembered if a very detailed oriented friend had not posted it on my Facebook page. I feel like I don’t have much to show for the last month. I still have two kids – and two pets – and everyone is still breathing. And I guess that, my friends, is what I have to show for the last month.
We’re still trying to work out the details of this “having two kids” thing. We’ve been lucky to have almost constant grandparent help since Lucy came home from the hospital – which has been fantastic but has delayed us having to figure out how we are going to handle this on our own. (I’m not complaining.) Grandma Dede leaves tomorrow and we’ll have to determine how you do bedtime with two kids. (I’m selling us a little short. One set of grandparents left on December 29 and the other set arrived on January 8, so we totally kept two kids – and two pets – alive on our own for over a week. And A went on a business trip beginning January 7, so I even kept all four of them alive on my own for more than 24 hours. Go me.)
I know I shouldn’t be looking for a resume full of accomplishments for the first month of being a mom of two, but I just felt that having done this “newborn thing” before, I’d be better at it. I wouldn’t mind the exhaustion, I would lose the baby weight immediately, I’d avoid any breastfeeding frustrations and I’d make dinner without fail every night. For now I have to accept that I’m exhausted but I get out of bed every morning, I’ve lost some weight and am working to lose more, I’ve overcome the major breastfeeding issues and am working through the others and my family has eaten something for dinner every night (sometimes from Subway). The trains may be running a little later than normal around here, but I’ve kept everyone alive for one month and for now, that has to be accomplishment enough.