We're hanging in there. Feels like a whirlwind hit this household over the past 6 weeks. Now that we have a chance to stop and catch our breath, we realize that Rhiannon heads back to work in less than a week. August, here we come. Giraffe and zebra outfits with matching headbands. Does Rhiannon now how to select ensembles for our children or what?
Colorado has been having some pretty heavy damage from wild fires recently. While we have had a little break from the string of record-high triple digit temps of last week, it's still been hot and dry. As a result, pretty much the entire state had a fireworks ban, so our 4th of July was relatively low key. We had some family over, did some BBQ, and went to bed to the sound of silence rather than pops and bangs. We also found out that fingers are basically a delicacy around these parts.
Yes, I'm a little behind on the letters (written but no photos) and general baby news. Maddi is still around and hanging in there, and hopefully after everything settles down a little later this summer we can get back to the baby updates with a little more regularity.
Until then, have a virtual piece of Little Mermaid cake on us.
Over the past week we've had our yard severely impacted by hail, stayed up way past our bedtime a couple times (both our choosing and not), and we've been dealing with a baby who has seemingly forgotten how to sleep. Yes, nothing really earth-shattering. Many people have it worse.
Still, at the end of the day, Rhiannon and I have been looking at each other and wondering where does our time go.
So, we'll take our advice from the youngest member of the family.
Just keep smiling.
Posting has been light, and that's mostly because, well, it turns out two kids are time consuming[1. I'd like to give a big welcome to Captain Obvious.] And so, I'll take you through a typical Monday. 12:00 midnight: I wake up to Rhiannon standing next to my side of the bed and extracting an awake Brooklynn from under my arm. I have no recollection of her ever coming in. I guess I was so tired that I either helped her up or allowed her to climb in without ever really waking up.
12:10: Brooklynn comes back in again. I take her back to bed.
12:20: The same.
12:27: The same.
12:35: The same.
12:48: The same.
1:00: The same[2. I said this was a typical day. This repeated coming in isn't typical this many times, but it seems like she's in our room at least a couple time each night.] She finally goes to sleep and I get some sleep.
2:00 - 3:00: Brooklynn is in another couple times during this hour.
5:07: The alarm goes off. Due to the fact that we didn't get to bed as early as we wanted to last night and the fact that Brooklynn was in multiple times during the night, I don't get up to do a quick work out like I intended, Instead, I hit snooze.
5:36: The second alarm goes off. I get up, get ready for work, put together lunch for Brooklynn, grab some lunch for myself, set the garbage out, and head out the door. The goal is to leave by six. This morning it's more like 6:12. Luckily, traffic isn't too bad early on a Monday.
6:30: Get to work. Rhiannon filled me in that shortly after I left, Maddison woke up, and shortly after that, Brooklynn was up.
7:00: Rhiannon finishes feeding Maddison, works on getting Brooklynn dressed, and says no to movie watching in the morning. We're going to have to get two kids out the door very early in the morning next fall when Rhiannon goes back to work. I am not looking forward to this.
8:00: They leave for school. Brooklynn is going three days each week right now. Since I am going to work early in the morning, this means it's up to Rhiannon to get her over in the morning.
4:00pm: I leave from work. Monday is tumble bus day and Brooklynn stays a little later at school, so I do errands. I stop at the library to drop off books that are due, stop at a grocery store to pick of a few perishable items for the week, and stop at Hobby Lobby to pick up some things with a coupon for Rhiannon.
4:45: Pick up Brooklynn and drive the 13 miles back to our house.
5:15: Get home. Supper is leftovers, which is good, because we're both tired and neither of us feel like cooking.
6:00: Finish supper, talk Brooklynn into heading out the playground because it's a wonderful evening outside. I clean out most of the cloth diapers and get them in the wash because at this point, we only have two left.
6:10: Head to the playground. Maddison is sleeping.
7:00: Get back from the playground. Rhiannon waters a little while I feed Maddison a little bottle. (She started crying on the walk back.)
7:30: I do a little project to reinforce our deck railing due to the weight of the planter boxes we hung up there last year. This has been on the to do list for a little while. The list is adding items to the end faster than we can check them off the beginning.
8:00: Get Brooklynn in the bath while Rhiannon feeds Maddison some more. Tonight's game is lining up the ducks and turtles according to color and knocking them back in to the water.
8:20: Get Brooklynn out of the bath to do her hair and watch a little bit of a movie before bed. I take Maddison and get her in the bath while Rhiannon deals with Brooklynn.
8:40: Brooklynn gets in bed, hopefully to stay there for the night.
9:00: I should probably do some more food prep for tomorrow, but honestly, we just want to watch a 20 minutes TV show to relax for a little bit before bed while Maddison finishes eating.
9:20: We are 10 minutes into the show due to Maddison falling asleep, waking up, burping, sleeping, and not eating like we'd like.
9:40: Take Maddison up to bed. At least she typically goes to sleep pretty easily in the evenings.
10:00: We get to bed ourselves. My early alarm will be going off in about 7 hours. I'd really like to be getting close to 8 hours of sleep each night. Somehow, the math just never works out.
Brooklynn was only up three times total during the night, but for whatever reason, interrupted sleep, even if it's only for a few minutes, is never as good as sleeping straight through the night.
That's our day. Rinse and repeat as necessary. The whole chunk that isn't detailed while I'm busy at work? Rhiannon deals with either one or two kids at home while trying to work out, clean a little, and do some craft projects she's working on. Comparatively, my day job is pretty easy.
Brooklynn has a friend that lives next door, and last weekend[1. Before the 24 hours of rain that we so desperately needed came late Sunday.] she was invited over for a mini pool party in their backyard. It was in the 80s in early May, so even though the sun was out, it was still worth getting outside. One thing when Brooklynn and Dylan get together - there are snacks. Lots of snacks. Always with the snacks.
Brooklynn has been a little sick with a spring cold over the past couple weeks. She's also been a little temperamental as a result, so there are times[1. Like when she's tired at the end of the day.] that we tread lightly and try to use fun reasoning to get her to do what we want rather than straight commands. Right now, one of the easiest ways to convince her of something is to remind her that Mason[2. Mason is her friend that she stayed with when Maddison was born.] might not like it if she doesn't cooperate.
I'll give a couple examples:
-Brooklynn, do you want to take a bath? No? Well, will Mason like it if you smell bad? (And in she goes.)
-Brooklynn, we need to clip your nails. Will Mason like it if they are long and scratchy?
And now she's even coming up with her own statements...
-Looking in the mirror after having pony tails put in: Mason will like my hair.
-Putting on lotion: Mason will like it if I smell good.
So, she's very concerned about what Mason thinks. And she always wants to go play at his house. It boils down to the fact that our two year old has a boyfriend and is very concerned with making sure he's happy with her.
Crap. We are in so much trouble.
Dear Maddison, You are now one month old. You've gone from a "small" 8 and half pounds at birth to closing in on 11 pounds. Your double chin is filling in nicely and you have the makings of a third down there. On the days when it's nice and you have been in dresses, your roly-poly thighs get to make an appearance.
You're very strong for someone of your size. You are starting to hold on to your mom's hair and dad's shirt collars quite firmly, enough that we have to make sure to pull your hand away before we move you. When you lay on your tummy, you can lift up your head enough to look all around. You don't like it when we put you like this and eventually, if left there, you will put your head back down and sigh, as if you are accepting your fate until someone comes along and moves you again.
You like to be moved, to be held, to be bounced, but you also will lay down and go to sleep all on your own if you are tired and calm. And, like your older sister, being carried up and down the stairs is about the most reliable way we've found to calm you down when you're crying.
I'll try to refrain from making comparisons to your sister on every topic. We haven't prepared for you in nearly the same way. We didn't read all the books. We didn't take the prenatal classes or make sure that everything was purchase and prepared months ahead of time. I barely made it to the hospital in time for your arrival.
You might conclude that we didn't care enough to do all the preparation and you are getting a lesser childhood because of it, but that is not the case. In fact, you probably have calmer and much better prepared parents than your sister every dreamed of. We know that you will cry from time to time and spit up and that you will manage to leak through the occasional diaper onto your clothes.
This doesn't phase us. In fact, when you got both poop and spit-up on your mom in the span a few hours one afternoon, we thought it was more entertaining than anything else. (She did go shower after that, so it wasn't appreciated. Maybe in the future you'll refrain from that sort of behavior.) It's a good thing you like baths, because you tend to get a little dirty from time to time. We're doing our best to keep up with that, but please stop trying to drink the dirty bath water.
I said that I will do my best to not compare you to Brooklynn, but I can't tell you about your life without mentioning her. She loves her baby sister so much. When I pick her up from school each day, one of her first questions is "Where's Maddi?" and then she demands to hold you. We help her put a pillow on her lap and lay you down.
She tries to hug you and kiss you and hold your hands and feet and shove her fingers in your mouth because you "like that" all at once, and you squawk a little bit and look over at us as if to ask why we are letting this monster treat you like this.
All I can say is get used to it. From what your mother tells me, sisters have to deal with each other for the rest of their lives. As much as it seems like Brooklynn is trying to harm you, we're pretty sure that she really just doesn't know how to handle a little person that doesn't talk to her yet. She gives you a hug and kiss every night before she goes to bed and of all the people in the house, she's probably the most concerned one when you are crying.
In short, Maddison, you are very loved in this house. Probably more than you care for. There are times when you get fussy and angry and it turns out that all you really want to be is to be wrapped up, put down, and left alone for a little while so you can sleep in peace.
Let's hope that sort of problem is the worst of your issues as you get older. Thanks for joining us. It's good to have you here.
We had Maddison's two week appointment last week[1. A little delayed due to our doctor being out of town.]. She's 9 and a half pounds and 20.5 inches, up a pound since birth an a half inch longer. Just like Brooklynn, she's above the 90th percentile for weight, but unlike Brooklynn, she isn't that high for length. Rhiannon will attest to the fact that Maddison eats, a lot.
All of that eating combined with a slight lack of lengthening out means Maddy is rocking one heck of a double chin. It's ok. She's a baby.
I was outside the other evening trying to finish up a few projects and I also had Maddison with me. The best thing about a baby? For the most part, they stay where you put them.
Just because they were "safe" and not moving doesn't mean that the baby's mother will be thrilled when she finds out you put her child down and got grass all over the blanket.
On our way home today, Brooklynn decided that she didn't really want to get back in the car after we picked up some food. On a Friday afternoon after my first full week back at work with extra driving and a baby at home disrupting my sleep, it wasn't exactly what I wanted to deal with. Still, she picked a great wall to sit in front of[1. If only I hadn't taken the picture with a pole right behind her head...].
I think we're all looking forward to the weekend.
From the "list of things to do but the items on said list may take longer than the 5 free minutes I currently have", one of those items is to write down the timeline surrounding the period when Maddison chose to join us. It's been a work in progress for more than a week at this point, during which I have attempted to appease family members with little daily snapshots from our life with a newborn. Today I'm in the mood to cross something off of some list, so the entire story is presented as follows.
Brooklynn was a scheduled induction two days past her due date. That one was mainly an insurance issue due to Rhiannon's benefits changing on July 1st. Since Brooklynn up to that point had shown no interest in joining us in the real world and ended up being a decent sized baby, we figured that it probably wasn't a bad thing we did a little prompting.
As I mentioned earlier, Maddison was measuring ahead of schedule by about 3 weeks. Knowing that Brooklynn measured right on track and still ended up a hair over 8 and half pounds, this was a little concerning[1. I think Rhiannon was more concerned than I was, and rightfully so.].
Our family doctor and the OB all agreed it would be best to schedule an induction around 39 weeks if Maddy hadn't already come on her own, so we made arrangements. Brooklynn would stay with a friend that goes to her daycare. We would do the induction on a Friday so that would mean a Friday night sleepover and no need for the other family to get her up and going on a work morning.
If Maddison did come during one of the earlier weekdays, Brooklynn could still get picked up or dropped off as needed. And if we had an absolute emergency during the middle of the night, our next door neighbors offered to help us out until we could get everything straightened out.
It all seemed so simple. We had been through an induction before. Rhiannon went in the night before for the "ripening" medication with the actual labor inducing Pitocin and an epidural to be administered around 7 am the next morning. For Brooklynn, Rhiannon got her first hours of pain-free sleep during that day and I mainly hung around the hospital keeping an eye on the monitors until things progressed far enough to start pushing late in the afternoon.
We both hoped that things would go a little bit faster this time around[2. Famous last words.]
On Thursday night, we had supper at home. I commented to Brooklynn that this was her last family meal as an only child, but I don't think she had any idea what was going to happen the next day. We didn't make a big deal about her baby sister. Instead we focused on how much fun she was going to have at her sleepover the next night after school.
After she went to bed a little before 7:30, our neighbor came to hang out just in case she woke up while I took Rhiannon to the hospital. I carried up the bag for her, and after being waved through to the maternity floor by a couple ladies sitting at the main entrance, we checked in. Apparently the hospital lacks a little in internal communication, because we were actually supposed to check in downstairs, but we were quickly taken to the room where Rhiannon would stay.
After she changed into the hospital gown, I went to check if a nurse was coming in soon. The nurse at the desk turned out to be responsible for Rhiannon's room and said she would be in shortly to see us. I explained that I was taking off, and I saw the look of "What kind of husband are you leaving your wife alone overnight" cross her face until I finished by mentioning that I was going home to stay with our toddler.
I headed home. Brooklynn had stayed asleep the entire time. Our neighbor headed back to his house next door and I did a little cleaning up in the kitchen so we could come home to a relatively neat house. I made sure my phone was not on vibrate so it would wake me up if Rhiannon did call during the night and got a solid night of sleep[3. Rhiannon and I figured out this was the first night that we have spent apart since before Brooklynn was born.].
I was just getting out of the shower around 5:20 on Friday morning when Rhiannon called.
She was already progressing toward labor when she checked in on Thursday evening, so they gave her the lowest of the four possible dosage levels of the starter medication. At some point early Friday morning, she started feeling real labor contractions. With the timing of the epidural with Brooklynn, she had never actually felt any contractions, so this was a first. Her reaction:
She called the nurse a little before 4:30 to mention that they might want to think about getting the epidural for her before 7, and shortly after that call her water broke. We knew from the 38-week ultrasound that there was a little extra amniotic fluid, and Rhiannon said that she could confirm it by the amount of bed sheets and towels she went through. The anesthesiologist arrived and, working around the contractions, placed the epidural.
So that's what I heard a little after I got up. Rhiannon was farther along than anticipated. We briefly discussed the option of dropping Brooklynn off at her friend's house early that morning since the house was closer to the hospital than daycare, but instead decided that I would still take her over myself. I hoped to get going a little early.
All week long, while Rhiannon was home, I had been taking Brooklynn to daycare. And almost every morning, she would ask where her mommy was. I explained that Mommy was still sleeping because baby sister made her tired, and this usually was a satisfactory answer. On Friday morning, I didn't close the door to our bedroom, so Brooklynn realized as we headed downstairs that Mom was not still sleeping. Mom was not in the house. And things spiraled from there.
I didn't get out the door early. I barely got out the door on time and it felt like I hit every one of the stoplights along the way. Rhiannon called again at 6:45 expecting to hear that I was getting close to the hospital. I was in the middle of trying to get Brooklynn calm enough to leave her at daycare. The fact that Mom wasn't home had upset her and thrown off her whole morning, so even the talk of her exciting sleepover wasn't enough to settle her down.
Her doctor had come in to check on her, noticed that the baby was responding to the contractions showing on the monitor, asked where I was, and said she was going to change clothes.
I have to give Rhiannon credit. I was 15 minutes away when she called, she had a doctor telling her that they would wait as long as they could (but no guarantees), and she still sounded pretty calm. If anything, the fact that everything was moving so fast probably helped her not get too worked about everything.
I drove faster than I should have. I turned right and flipped a quick U-turn to skip a longer light that I just missed. I called Rhiannon when I was a few minutes out to check in and asked her if I should just come up to the room right away and not bother bringing in the rest of our overnight bags. They were still waiting for me, and yes, please come straight up. I pulled in the parking lot, grabbed my camera, and jogged in to the hospital.
The nice part of dropping her off the night before was that I knew exactly where I was going. I walked into the room and the doctor, who had been waiting for me, said we would get started right away.
For Brooklynn, the epidural was a little strong. Rhiannon couldn't really feel anything from the contractions, didn't have any feeling to push against, and one of her legs was completely asleep. They don't let you eat anything, so she had also gone an entire day without food.
With Maddison, the epidural was better. She had just enough feeling that there was no pain but she could tell when to push. It was still 7 am (I made it when I was supposed to...), so she wasn't really that hungry yet, it didn't take nearly as long as the second time around.
Three "pushes". 10 minutes of real work, and about 12 minutes after I walked in, we had a new baby. If they wouldn't have been able to wait for me, there is a good chance I would not have been there.
As rushed and frantic as you might think I would have been, everything seemed very calm and relaxed. It took me two tries to cut through the umbilical cord with Brooklynn. This time, just one simple snip and it was done. Been there, done that.
Maddison ended up two ounces lighter than her sister and 9 days earlier in the schedule, so it was good we got her out when we did. It did appear that she was coming sooner rather than later. No cone head shape. Relatively little crying. And we had the whole day to just hang out with our new baby.
We never did send Maddy down to the nursery. Aside from one time when they took her to do vitals and blood sugar testing, she never left our room. We didn't need any formula to supplement her.
Brooklynn came on Saturday morning, full of exciting news about her sleepover[4. Which, from all reports, went very well.] and thrilled to see her baby sister. We told her the name we had picked out earlier in the week and she was firmly of the opinion her sister would be called Allison. Maddison is less than impressed with Brooklynn overall. Brooklynn likes to be right in her face, touching her head, grabbing her hands. Maddison looks around as if to say where are the non-clumsy large people and can they hold me again?
Brooklynn loves her baby sister. We love both of our girls. Everybody is home, healthy, and sleep deprived.
And in the end, everything worked out. Easiest 12 minutes of my life.
Today was my first full day back at work since Maddison was born. It was also my first day back at my normal company after a 9-month field assignment. Good to be back in the normal office, although I will miss some things about the other company.
It's also good to be at home after a long day. I'm spending more time on the road each day with taking Brooklynn to school and picking her up.
Here's us before heading home from the hospital. This night was the end to a day that seemed even longer than today, but yet it still flew by. It was good to be home in our own beds.
In project management, when you fail to meet an intended schedule, it's usually called a slip. When you anticipate some delays coming and adjust the schedule accordingly to reflect your new anticipated dates, it's called a slide. When you slip on your slide, it's almost never a good thing.
We understand that dealing with two kids makes it harder to get everyone through everything they need to do. Between dinner, feeding, playing outside, bath time, and stories, we don't expect to have Brooklynn in bed by 7 pm every night.
It's 8:23 as I write this and she just went to sleep. We are just one big house full of slip 'n slide right now.
Still, there are good moments. Brooklynn has a small teddy bear and giraffe that she currently keeps with her in bed through the night. Even in the middle of the night when she gets up and needs to be tucked back in, we need to account for the whereabouts of the two animals.
Tonight, she laid out a small baby doll blanket on her bed, saying she wanted to cover up her animals. She's done this before, but tonight was the first time we've ever witnessed her laying the blanket out right where she would eventually need to lie down herself. We tried to explain that maybe she should move the blanket over to give herself a little room, but she would not hear it.
Blanket, two animals and she wrapped up both sides. She swaddled her animals just like she has been watching us swaddle Maddison for the past 6 days.
Even if her project managers are still working on getting the schedule together, Brooklynn is doing a great job being a big sister.
So, things are a little more hectic around here than maybe I anticipated. Between going outside to enjoy the nice 70 degree weather with Brooklynn after supper, trying to finish up a couple tasks at work, and helping Rhiannon out with feeding and otherwise tending to Maddison... Here's your daily dose of baby. I think it reflects a little on how I'm feeling. (Also, isn't it amazing that babies can sleep like that?)
Lest you think we already had Artoo and neglected to tell anyone, I'm here to say we haven't For those of you keeping score at home, we are at maximum 2 days out from D-day[1. Where by 'D' I mean delivery.]. Yes, Rhiannon is still a day away from officially being 39 weeks along, but at every checkup over the past 4 weeks she has measured advanced. Artoo has apparently decided to be an overachiever like her big sister. That, or Rhiannon is just really good at incubating largish babies.
Either way, both the OB specialist as well as the family doctor we have agree that there is no sense in delaying the inevitable, especially when the delay just means a bigger than necessary baby. At the appointment last Thursday, our doctor looked at her calendar and said how about we go get her next week.
To which we replied, 'Certainly'. And then we went through the official sounding 'I have to tell you about potential risks' speech of the induction procedure. Yes, there are additional risks. We've done it once and Rhiannon is more than ready to be not pregnant anymore, so we're going with the suggestion of the doctors and requesting an audience sooner than later.
All the doctors have agreed that it would be nice if Rhiannon would spontaneously go in to labor and have Artoo completely naturally. We think it would be nice too, but Rhiannon doesn't think it's going to happen. So, we prepared last weekend like it could be any day with the thought in the back of our mind that we still have a week to finish things up.
We dropped off a car seat and an overnight bag with the friends that Brooklynn will stay with. We set up the pack-n-play in our room that Artoo will sleep in right away when we come home. We even went so far as to put the baby car seat in Rhiannon's car. Brooklynn is a little upset that she can't easily reach baby sister's seat. She has requested that it be moved to the middle of the car right next to her so she can help with the baby.
Not going to happen, but it's a nice thought.
The biggest thing we are seeing is Brooklynn showing a little regression. She wanted to lay in the crib and be like a baby. She wanted me to cry so she could put a pacifier in my mouth like a baby. She wants to wrap up in blankets like a baby. I guess this is typical behavior. We've been stressing how fun and helpful it is to be a big girl, so hopefully that behavior wins out in the end.
Ready or not, we're going to be a family of four sooner than later. Stay tuned.
According to the weekly emails I get, Rhiannon is officially 36 weeks along, which means 4 weeks until the due date. Brooklynn was two days past due and she had to be induced to come out, so mentally, the due date is kind of firm. As in ‘you will not have a baby before this day’ type of firm.
I understand that’s not always the case. There have been a fair number of women that Rhiannon knows that have had babies around 37 weeks. If my math skills are still sharp enough, I can be relatively confident that 37 minus 36 is 1. Relatively certain about that.
Absolutely certain that we are in no way prepared at this point to have a baby next week. When Brooklynn was still more Beta than baby, we were prepared. We had a stroller purchased and the room done and diapers lined up and onesies laid out and a car seat at the ready a couple months before she actually graced us with her presence.
Now, it isn’t as though we threw a bunch of stuff away in the interim. We still have the crib – it’s just that Brooklynn is still using it. After her first attempt at switching to her new big girl room, she has expressed no further interest. We haven’t pushed it either.
Until some of Brooklynn’s clothes get moved over to the new room[1. Which is still on hold pending my completion of her closet.], there is no room in the nursery / bedroom to unpack the baby clothes from storage. We are still in the mode of wondering when we will no longer need pull-ups at night and not keeping track of how many newborn sized diapers we have on hand.
If I recall correctly, while they seem unaware and unconcerned with the world around them, newborns are extremely adept at soiling a brand new diaper just minutes after you put it on them. Diaper shortage can be a very real concern if you aren’t diligent in monitoring your supply.
It isn’t that we aren’t excited. I’m not jumping up and down about the night time disruption a newborn brings, but I am more than ready to hold the little kicker that Rhiannon’s been dealing with for the past eight months. In fact, Rhiannon is already predicting that I will attempt to monopolize the baby and leave her dealing with the attention-deprived toddler.
This may very well happen.
I love Brooklynn. Last night, when we were drawing letters on her white board, she randomly gave me a hug and kiss for no apparent reason. She can be the sweetest little kid capable of doing insanely cute things. And then, mere minutes later, she can also be the biggest pain.
Unpredictable. Two years old. Toddler. All of these words can be great and horrible just seconds apart.
When Brooklynn was a baby, I was unsure of myself[2. This is putting it mildly.]. I have no such reservations this time around. We may not be ready with stuff, but Rhiannon and I will be ready for the baby.
Now, in Brooklynn’s defense, I’ve probably blocked out most of the bad memories from years ago and just keep the sweet little Brookers she was in my head. I know that I don’t remember much of the times it took 20 minutes of rocking to get her to sleep and the fact that Rhiannon was much better at than I was. I also don’t give the fact that one of the best ways to keep her from crying was to walk endlessly up and down the stairs[3. This probably kept me in better shape more than I care to admit. Maybe it wasn’t really that bad.] much thought.
So we’re getting to the point when Artoo could choose to join us at any point. Brooklynn is ready to have Mom’s lap back. Rhiannon is ready for her hips to not hurt at night quite so much. I’m ready to hold our little baby.
And none of us are prepared.
36 weeks. Artoo, we’re waiting, patiently. You be a little patient, too.
Everyone in our house has been sick to some extent over the past week. Brooklynn is on antibiotics for her first ever ear infection. I stayed home on Wednesday with her because she was running a fever and doctor suggested a day at home to rest would be good for her. Of course, the day she could sleep in was also the day she woke up at 5:50 in the morning. So we said goodbye to Mommy, had some medicine, some crispys (Rice Krispies), and watched a couple rounds of Horton Hears a Who.
Along with being sick, Brooklynn has been pretty horrible in the mornings for the past three weeks. Over half of the days it feels like she spends most of the time crying because she doesn’t want to go to school or telling us she doesn’t want to get dressed, and no she doesn’t want to wear that. No, she doesn’t want to eat that right now, and no, we can’t put on a coat or shoes or cooperate in any way.
To be honest, it’s a crappy way to start a morning. I can’t wait until we’re trying to get two children ready each morning.
I mentioned that I stayed home with Brooklynn a couple days ago, and we spent some of our time on the couch watching movies.
After taking a mid-morning potty break, before we restarted the movie, she told me to lie down and she sat on my chest. She reached out her hand and gently touched the tip of my nose with her fingertips before quickly jerking her arm back to her chest.
“I got your nose, Daddy!”
Again, reaching her hand out to my face, “It’s ok, Daddy, I give it back. Now, you get mine.”
So we played, taking turn at getting each other’s noses and eyes, and ears and lips. As I gave her second ear back for a second time (because you can’t take just one ear and not the other), her eyes finally started to betray how tired she was really getting.
“Ok, all done.” She laid down nestling her head underneath my chin and curling her body up on my torso. We grabbed a blanket to cover up with and she reached a hand up and felt my face again.
“Daddy, you happy?” she asked me, raising her head to look at me from 6 inches away.
“Yes, Brooklynn, I’m happy. Are you happy too?”
“Yep.” She laid her head back down. “Let’s watch Horton now.”
This morning was a bad morning. I had to physically force a small screaming child into a car seat. So every time that I ask why myself doing this again seemed like a good idea, I also think of times like that morning, cuddling on the couch.
We get to do this again. That’s the focus. We’re looking forward to having you, Artoo.
I'm sure I'll get over it sooner or later. I did get a good meal out for the special occasion with my two favorite ladies. (Hint: one of the them is pictured with me above and the other one took the picture.)
Considering the people I get to hang out with, maybe the 30s won't be so bad.