Hey there! We’re still here, and still alive. In case you were wondering. Just to catch you up on the happenings around here lately:
All of the girls have recovered from the cough/cold from hell FINALLY. I still have a lingering cough that doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Anyway, I thought we were finally out of the woods with the children, and then Rhea’s nose started running, and then she started sneezing, and finally she got a nasty little cough. Nooooooo! I freaked out because I have never had a sick newborn before, and I knew the protocol was different from my usual take them in to see the doctor only if they seem really sick. So, I took her to see the pediatrician. He said she has a little cold, but I need to take her to the ER immediately if she develops a fever. The other three girls all had fevers with this cold, so no pressure. I have been suctioning out her nose and having her sleep next to a humidifier and nursing her constantly. Hopefully, this cold will be short-lived. It lasted about three weeks for the other girls, and going on three for me. Ugh.
This week has actually been surprisingly lovely otherwise. But only because I have the best friends and family in the whole world. Between the dinners, lunches, snacks, babysitting, and gifts, we have been completely spoiled this week. Let me tell you, running out of thank you notes is a wonderful problem to have. (Don’t worry, I ordered some more.) I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the wonderful people we have in our life.
Up until this past week, we had been staying with my (ridiculously generous) parents. These saintly people endured lots of crying, messes, early mornings, and sleepless nights on our behalf. Ruth told my mom that she needed all of the blinds open in her room so that she could “see the world!” However, that also led to Ruth rising with the lark due to the sun shining into her room in the early mornings. Ruth also blithely walked in on an unsuspecting, unnamed relative showering, making the observation, “you’re naked baby.” (They always say naked baby because I like to exclaim, “naked baby! Naked baby!” whenever I see their cute little bare bums scurrying from their rooms to the bath tub.) Rosie had a poopy diaper and decided to change it herself on my mom’s new carpet. Ruth got so angry that she threw up on my mom’s new carpet. (Before we came to stay was apparently an ill advised time to get new carpets). And Rosie was suffering from some severe two year old attitude. One time, when she had moved out of my line of sight, I called out, “Rosie! What are you doing?” I heard her disembodied voice answer me angrily, “She a tiger!” “Fine!” I said, and amended my question. “Tiger, what are you doing?” Then I heard a series of growls and roars that I can only assume was Rosie answering me in tiger language. Well played, Rosie- I mean, Tiger.
Meanwhile, back home at the ranch, yesterday, I found an exploded (pee) diaper in the washing machine with the girls’ clothes. After the cycle had already run. Apparently, if diapers fill up with too much water, they explode fluff everywhere. Just a fun fact to know. How a dirty diaper snuck in with the girls’ laundry, I will never know. But that is a good example of how well I’m functioning these days. Oh well. I’ll function when the baby starts sleeping. God makes them cute for a reason.
So you don’t kill them.
In other random news, I downloaded the app Kindara for my post partum NFP. Do any of you use an app for your NFP? How do you like it? This Kindara thing seems pretty cool so far. It is easy to use and I don’t have to keep getting out a booklet and printing out sheets to chart. Ok, the kooky Catholic portion of the blog is finished.
I’m finally enjoying nursing with this one. Just a quiet and calm moment to ourselves during the day. It is a welcome reprive from my otherwise busy days. Also, I see her getting chubbier and chubbier and can’t help but think to myself, “I did that!” I really regret not slowing down and appreciating nursing time with my other girls. I was always stressing about all of the other things I had to do that I couldn’t because I was stuck nursing the baby, instead of cherishing that time with them. And then when they weaned and got older, I really missed it. It helps that I am totally over the whole hiding in a room alone to nurse thing. Forget that. I am too busy, she needs to nurse too often, and quite frankly I am starved for (non-juvenile) company. I have already gotten some remarks that my nursing without a cover makes some people uncomfortable, and I am trying to be sensitive to that. I am just torn because it is the dead of summer and covers make the newborn way too hot. So I am trying to be as discreet as possible while still being active and included in things. Anyone know how to successfully juggle this?
I will be sure to continue keeping you updated on all of the banal events in our lives. Now, I’m off to stalk the profiles and feeds of the several friends who are expecting babies any day now! Yay!