So I feel like this week has flown by and we have all just been bouncing around like crazy and are finally settling in to where we should be (well, except for Andy).
Emerson:
We were at the hospital Saturday, Sunday, and Monday for weight checks. He had lost a full pound from his birth weight as of Saturday. After a rough night of poor kid being hungry and my body just not being ready, Andy played awesome daddy and ran to the 24 hour grocery to get formula. And while I took it (emotionally and sleep deprived and sorely) personally, I immediately got over it as I watched Andy feed Em. We supplemented a until Monday. And today the little dude is back up to 8 pounds 10 ounces. He's a sweet baby. And totally a daddy's boy. He's perfectly happy to be curled up snuggled close or swaddled tight in his sleep-rocker thing.
Nic:
Is on an emotional rollercoaster. Poor guy had a melt down last night because he couldn't count to one-hundred. This morning he was in our bed at 6 a.m recounting a dream and I swear he talked for 45 minutes straight. I am fully attributing the up and down to Em's arrival and am trying to give Nic as much one on one time as I can. It is encouraging that he is his usual helpful self and even more so as a "Diaper Dude". Anytime Em needs a change, Nic magically appears with a grocery bag and will take the diaper straight to the garbage. I am hoping that the weekend with us all home, no doctor appointments, and some quality time doing "regular" stuff will help keep him on track to feeling better about having baby brother home.
Matt:
Has literally been bouncing all over the place. When he came to visit us in the hospital a few hours after Em was born he was so excited and full of energy and has not let up on any of that since. He has been extra forgetful (which has worn on my nerves a little) with school things and unfocused at home. We are currently heading onto hour 2 of homework this evening. Same as with Nic, I am hoping for a weekend of calm and relative normalcy to help get him refocused.
Me:
I am feeling great. Ridiculously great. I feel like that has been my mantra the past three months. Yes, I am tired. Yes, I run out of energy by mid-afternoon. Yes, I sometimes have intense emotional swings and feel like a crazy pants person. But for the most part, I feel great. And I completely attribute that to having great support from our Ohana and Andy. The meals and visits and texts to just check in have made me feel like I am not alone...which is good. But if I am being honest, I am a little nervous. Andy's leave ends soon (this is the soonest he has ever had to return to work after babies are born) and while I know I can do it, I am nervous to do it. And, another truth: I hate, loathe, and am pissy about having to do it without Andy so early. He has been amazing. Helpful. Patient with me. Sweet and supportive. I am sad to lose that support.
Andy:
Has probably been the most even keeled of all of us. He has renewed his awesomeness as a dad not only for Em, but for Matt and Nic, too. He has managed to keep everyone on track, keep the house clean (the man does laundry AND floors), and do it all with probably less sleep than I get. It has been fun to see him totally embrace his daddy-hood and do it with joy and do it awesomely.
So we are all a little bit all over the place. I am hoping a weekend spent quiet and calm will be helpful. And I am also thankful to have so many sweet people sending us love, checking in on us, and feeding us.
Emerson:
We were at the hospital Saturday, Sunday, and Monday for weight checks. He had lost a full pound from his birth weight as of Saturday. After a rough night of poor kid being hungry and my body just not being ready, Andy played awesome daddy and ran to the 24 hour grocery to get formula. And while I took it (emotionally and sleep deprived and sorely) personally, I immediately got over it as I watched Andy feed Em. We supplemented a until Monday. And today the little dude is back up to 8 pounds 10 ounces. He's a sweet baby. And totally a daddy's boy. He's perfectly happy to be curled up snuggled close or swaddled tight in his sleep-rocker thing.
Nic:
Is on an emotional rollercoaster. Poor guy had a melt down last night because he couldn't count to one-hundred. This morning he was in our bed at 6 a.m recounting a dream and I swear he talked for 45 minutes straight. I am fully attributing the up and down to Em's arrival and am trying to give Nic as much one on one time as I can. It is encouraging that he is his usual helpful self and even more so as a "Diaper Dude". Anytime Em needs a change, Nic magically appears with a grocery bag and will take the diaper straight to the garbage. I am hoping that the weekend with us all home, no doctor appointments, and some quality time doing "regular" stuff will help keep him on track to feeling better about having baby brother home.
Matt:
Has literally been bouncing all over the place. When he came to visit us in the hospital a few hours after Em was born he was so excited and full of energy and has not let up on any of that since. He has been extra forgetful (which has worn on my nerves a little) with school things and unfocused at home. We are currently heading onto hour 2 of homework this evening. Same as with Nic, I am hoping for a weekend of calm and relative normalcy to help get him refocused.
Me:
I am feeling great. Ridiculously great. I feel like that has been my mantra the past three months. Yes, I am tired. Yes, I run out of energy by mid-afternoon. Yes, I sometimes have intense emotional swings and feel like a crazy pants person. But for the most part, I feel great. And I completely attribute that to having great support from our Ohana and Andy. The meals and visits and texts to just check in have made me feel like I am not alone...which is good. But if I am being honest, I am a little nervous. Andy's leave ends soon (this is the soonest he has ever had to return to work after babies are born) and while I know I can do it, I am nervous to do it. And, another truth: I hate, loathe, and am pissy about having to do it without Andy so early. He has been amazing. Helpful. Patient with me. Sweet and supportive. I am sad to lose that support.
Andy:
Has probably been the most even keeled of all of us. He has renewed his awesomeness as a dad not only for Em, but for Matt and Nic, too. He has managed to keep everyone on track, keep the house clean (the man does laundry AND floors), and do it all with probably less sleep than I get. It has been fun to see him totally embrace his daddy-hood and do it with joy and do it awesomely.
So we are all a little bit all over the place. I am hoping a weekend spent quiet and calm will be helpful. And I am also thankful to have so many sweet people sending us love, checking in on us, and feeding us.
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