Okay, sorry it’s been awhile. A lot’s happened. I don’t want to excite you people too much but I have many fun things to blog about. First off, Matilda is home now weighing a hair over five pounds. Here’s a very happy homecoming picture. I’m sporting my “squirrel coat” as my husband likes to call it, I suspect because he loves it so much. I’m pretty sure there is a small colony of something nasty nesting in the collar at this point. So maybe not the most sanitary choice of warmth options. Stop judging.
She came home on Sunday. So what’s today? Thursday? I’ve been a bit busy with one baby here and one still in the NICU but I wanted to tell you all how it’s going. Fine. Actually, it’s pretty amazing having a baby here. Better than bringing my first daughter home because I actually feel less anxious about her. Thank you Zoloft! Plus, the NICU has her on a schedule and she’s really into it. Of course that will change but for now it’s easier deal with waking up at fairly set times.
Big sister Elby is sort of happy about her. Sort of. She did manage to play her a song at a sound level that I wasn’t aware your average harmonica could achieve. She also gave her a daisy.
So I’m adjusting to pumping, feeding, pumping, feeding, peeing, visiting Sadie in the NICU. Luckily I’m having a mad passionate affair with the main doctor in charge of the NICU. He’s kind of remote and a bit withholding (exactly my type) with not much sense of humor that I can readily see (but I know it’s there). But he wears these big glasses which hide very sensitive eyes and despite the chinos and polo shirts, let’s face it, a vulnerable mom in a NICU is an easy target. Although we probably won’t be getting married since I now have three kids and a minivan and, oh yeah, a husband I love. I do refer to him as my boyfriend whenever I’m in the NICU mostly because it unnerves the nursing staff.
I have to go see Sadie, who know weighs in at just over 3 pounds and may be coming home in a week. Tune in tomorrow because I have gossip! And not just about Jamie Lynn Spears being knocked up. But how fucking funny is that? Apparently mom, Lynn’s book about raising girls is on “hold.”