Two days ago, life was very different…
- I was starting to feel semi-normal again. But despite the fact that I’ve only been out of the house 3 times in the last 2 weeks, I managed to pick up some nasty bug that has made me all achy and slightly feverish. And of course, I’ve given it to Sophie.
- Ella seemed to be doing a lot better during Sophie’s feeding times, playing next to me, but not demanding attention. I’m not sure what happened to change it, but now she’s insisting on using me as a human jungle gym, climbing on my lap, my back, and shoulders, giving me hugs and kisses – which normally would be nice, but not so much when you have a newborn attached to your breast.
- I was doing everything I could to keep Sophie awake during the day, in an attempt to get her on a normal schedule. Now I’m doing everything I can to get her to just go to sleep before my sanity is completely shot, for heaven’s sake! She’s obviously not feeling well, which means she cries, and cries, and cries….and cries. And every time we think she’s settled down, all we have to do is count to 5, and she’s crying again.
- Tom was pitching in even more than usual, getting dinners ready, cleaning up, insisting I try to relax. And now? Nothing has changed…he’s still jumping in, taking care of all of us all while also doing his day job and getting projects for the house started. And he hasn’t complained once.
So despite the fact that Sophie is yet again awake (which means this post is officially ending), my fever hasn’t gone down since this morning, and Ella is sure to throw at least 3 or 4 more temper tantrums before the day is done – I know that Tom will be there at the end of the day – and that thought alone is keeping me sane. Everyone should be so lucky.