Friends, I did it. I survived my first day alone with all three kids. I know, I know, other women do this all the time with way more kids, but I was still a little nervous.
My mom went home yesterday morning after so sweetly spending almost three whole weeks with us after the birth of Etta. I honestly can not sing her praises enough. She is one of my closest friends, and having her live with us during these times is such an easy transition. I had to hold back tears when she left, and Henry cried for a solid 10 minutes when he woke up and remembered that she was gone.
I cried mostly because I would miss her, but a little bit of me was crying because now I would have to make meals and wake up early again…
Kidding….kinda. I mean, I’ve found that so many other girls feel this way after the birth of a new baby. It’s as though once mom leaves, the magic is over, and it’s back to real life.
We had been talking about, dreaming about, and planning the birth of Etta for so long, it’s weird for it to be suddenly over. The time right after a baby is born is so surreal, so wonderful. It feels like a dream. Mostly because of the wonder that a new baby brings, but also because of the sleep-deprivation induced brain fog…
But hey! I actually put some maskara on and washed my hair…so that’s something.
Anyhow, I don’t know why, maybe I’m crazy, or maybe I was trying to prove to myself that I can do this on my own, but I chose yesterday as the day to resume making yogurt and start doing cloth diapers for Etta.
Honestly, it wasn’t bad at all! Cloth are so wonderful and now that we are out of that nasty meconium stage, they are an easy transition. My sister had a bunch of girly Fuzzi Bunz that she sweetly passed on to me, so I’ve got about 8 smalls that are just perfect for little Etta. Since Miles does cloth as well (we’ve got him in Bumgenius) I’m already washing them every other day or so, so throwing in a few of Etta’s doesn’t make that big of a difference.
I’ll post my cloth diaper washing regimen tomorrow (hopefully!). I went to bed at 7:45 last night. You guys, I don’t know when that has ever (or will ever) happen again!
So yes, I survived my first day alone with the kiddos. I even babysat my friend’s little girl for a few hours. She’s the sweetest thing, and Miles loves her too – he even laid a big fat kiss right on her lips.
Also, I’m thiiis close to being able to share our big secret that we are SO excited about!! EEK!!
live well. be well.