The Aftermath

OK, I posted the happy details of The Event but in the interest of being GENUINE, I felt the need to post some of the details of how life is AFTER The Event. In an effort to be succinct, and because I am a mother of a newborn and a preschooler, this blog post will take the form of a list.

Things that have happened since we got home from the hospital:

1. Micah was having serious trouble eating- he would start screaming and stop after just a second, then he started throwing up whole feedings. After some diet changes for me and four formulas later we learned he has reflux. My newborn is now on Prilosec. Less throwing up but still has trouble eating sometimes. I have officially stopped nursing too because I just couldn't handle the diet I had to be on. Hopefully we'll continue to see improvement.

2. Addyson has done really well with her brother. I can't say she's as excited as she was but it's not because she doesn't like him, she's just learned he's as exciting as a loaf of bread.

3. After four weeks, I finally have Micah on a schedule that has both kids down at the same time for an hour each day. 3pm-4pm is the most blessed hour of the day. We also have finally perfected bedtime too. By 8:30 John and I have some peace and quiet.

4. We are getting about 6-7 hours of sleep at night. Micah eats every three and half to four but he goes to sleep pretty easily in between the feedings so it's not so bad.

5. I have lost all my baby weight and am back in regular clothes. My husband has also lost 15 pounds that he didn't need to lose. What's truly unfair is he lost his because his workouts have been short and somewhat sporadic. Where is the justice in the fact that working out less causes him to lose weight?

6. My husband continues to overwhelm me with how wonderful he is. He pitches in constantly and tries to give me a break whenever he can. He is such a blessing to all of us.

7. Our friends and family have been so great. Family helped us out so much the first ten days we were home and our friends have picked up where they left off. Meals, gifts, cards, babysitting Addyson... you name it. What's even more amazing is every time I had a truly terrible day there seemed to be a gift on my porch or a sweet card or email waiting for me. I know God was prompting them, it's the only explanation.

8. I know he's only a month old but Micah has starting smiling at me. Maybe it's gas but I choose to believe he recognizes my voice and loves me.

9. I have almost gotten into a routine. ALMOST. I am so close I can feel it. I have managed to be at home with both kids now by myself and there has been no bloodshed and only a few tears. That's got to be progress.

10. My house no longer looks like a bomb went off and I actually did all the laundry AND folded it AND put it away yesterday. Well, except the last load in the dryer right now...oh well....no one likes an overachiever.