This last week and a half has been a bit of a blur–that kind of thing where you feel like the rest of the "outside world" is going on without you while your life remains concentrated inside the walls of your home as you care for a new little life. Each day gets a little easier as I adjust to life with three girls and as I reaquaint myself with all those things I had forgotten about mothering a newborn:
::getting their skinny little legs to stop kicking long enough to quickly strap on a diaper
::having them fall soundly asleep on your chest…tip-toeing over to the bassinet to lay them down (still asleep) only to have them wake up screaming the minute both your feet are off the floor and under the covers.
::nursing for hours on end
::nursing some more
::remembering to dry every crease and wrinkle
::that new baby smell
::the way they settle down the minute they get into their mother’s arms
But each day is smoother and I find myself saying, "okay, I can handle this." I’ve actually gotten some laundry done, so I know things MUST be getting easier.
Elizabeth came so early I still have little unfinished decorating projects on my brain, but those can wait. For now, we are all about rediscovering "normal" in our newly-fashioned family. It is all a gift and I find that even at a 4am feeding, I still feel blessed by it all.