This Mom of two thing is no joke. I’ve barely been on my own more than a few hours at a time but now that we are all moved into our new home, our postpartum doula is finished with her regular time with us and Maciej resumes a somewhat “normal” schedule with work, things are getting real.
I am trying to cut myself a little slack-between the holidays, moving into a new home, having a baby and Ellery starting school, I am just happy to be somewhat functioning on a daily basis. We always seem to do a lot of life’s big events all at once. No different now.
I have about ten minutes (literally) until Everett needs to eat. Ellery is tossing in her crib, talking to her baby as she falls asleep for her nap. So, instead of doing a load of laundry, I decided to write a quick post, which is turning into a lot of random thoughts and unedited photos. Hoping that will change soon.
Turns out Ellery is the best big sister and has been unconditionally understanding about all the big changes in her life. I think she’s handling all the big changes the best of everyone to be honest. We definitely haven’t been giving her enough credit. The amount of hugs, kisses and snuggles she gives her brother is overwhelming and she is doing so well adjusting to school (even if she decides she doesn’t want to take her coat or hat off the entire time she is there).
Everett is beginning to get the sleeping longer at night thing-he is such a good boy and really patient with me as I figure out how to balance his needs and his Sister’s. We do a lot of ergo wearing (both the wrap and the carrier). It’s the only possible way to please everyone at once. I can’t believe he is seven weeks old already. He is so happy and smiles all the time. We’ve begun to wonder what color his eyes are going to be. We think they might stay blue-Ellery’s had started to turn brown by now and his don’t seem to be changing. Might be too early to tell.
Maciej and I have barely had a moment just the two of us but I think that time will come. It’s seriously no joke this two kids thing. I now understand why I see Mom’s in leggings, no makeup and a vat of coffee in their hands…because it is now me.