So Lucy is 8 weeks old today. I have no idea how that happened or where the time went. I can’t believe that it has been 8 weeks since she was born. Probably because those 8 weeks have been crazy, busy, stressful and just A LOT. This week is no exception as A has contracted the plague.
Ok, A doesn’t have the plague, but strep throat, but honestly with an 8 week old at home, it might as well be the plague because heaven help us all if Lucy were to contract it. (Or Lila because I can’t imagine a 2 year old with strep throat is much fun for anyone, especially the 2 year old.) Tuesday night I went out with a friend for my first “girls’ night out” in, well since I became pregnant with Lucy, so you do the math. A had come home early from work on Tuesday saying he didn’t feel great. He napped and told me he was better and sent me out. Thankfully I drank bourbon while I was out, because I came home to find a wide awake baby refusing to take a bottle and A curled up in the fetal position with a fever.
I sent A to the family room to sleep on the couch (where he proceeded to watch The Big Lebowski, a movie I think he’s watched at least 3 times since becoming ill on Tuesday) and went about putting Lucy to bed. I handled the night time feedings on my own (which I’ve done many times, since A has traveled twice since Lucy was born) and felt pretty good. I got this.
Then Lila woke up the next morning. Trying to get two kids ready and out the door in a timely manner is just pretty much impossible. We did it, but I definitely breathed a giant sigh of relief when I left day care after dropping her off in her classroom. It’s been a pretty big battle since then to keep the house running. Even last night when I thought I had it together – having completed dinner, bath time, pjs and feeding Lucy all on my own – Lila asked to hold Lucy. Sure, what a sweet picture of sisterly love. If only people could see how amazing I am – I can do evening routine and even have time for sister cuddles. And then Lila slapped Lucy across the face. Like a giant Dynasty slap. Sigh, you can’t win them all. I mentally cursed the strep germs and prayed for A to get better quickly and that “quarantine period” be over soon. But then I woke up and realized Lucy was 8 weeks old. Good or bad, I don’t want to wish away our days, they are moving to quickly without my help.
PS – Lila woke up this morning at about 6:30am and exclaimed “I do it!” Even though she promptly went back to sleep, without another sound, it was definitely a sneak preview of what the morning would hold.