One Week and Three Days

So our little Tuck Tuck is here. He is just the sweetest thing, mostly just a sleeper and an eater, which I suppose is true of all newborns. Of course we are in a bit of upheaval just because this baby stuff takes some getting (re-)used to, but I feel like it's somewhat easier than it was with Ains, which I suppose is true of all second babies. The sleep deprivation (OH MY GOD, THE SLEEP DEPRIVATION!!) is probably the worst part -- by like 6pm I'm just done for, which usually ends up with some bawling and clutching at my firstborn, apologizing for ruining her life. But then I get it out, and it's good. The nursing is something else, of course. He had problems latching in the hospital so the lactation consultant gave me a nipple shield to use, and then told me I have to pump every time he eats as well. We also had to supplement with this little tubey device thingy the first couple days because he was heading toward losing too much weight. So that's all been a struggle. I've tried to wean him off the shield, but he must love the thing, so we haven't had any luck yet. Between nursing and pumping I feel like a milk cow, but I've already filled a whole shelf in the freezer with extra milk, so I guess mama gets a night out in a couple of months. I did back down the pumping to four times a day, because I did a lot of research that many women who use the shields never had supply problems, even without pumping at all, so I think four is a number that will keep me sane, especially next week when Mike goes back to work and I have some days alone with both kiddos. Tucker was gaining weight at his first appointment and poops and pees a ton, so I don't think supply is an issue right now (also, we're going to have to buy a deep freeze soon if I don't simmer down). I guess if weight is an issue at his first appointment then I can always increase pumping again, but for now, this is the plan. Anyway, sorry for all the breastfeeding talk, but that is literally almost all I've been doing and thinking about. I had such a hard time with it with Ainsley that I ended up quitting after about six weeks. This time definitely isn't easier, except that I'm just determined to see it through. I'm not sure if I'll make it a whole year, but I figure if I can do it the five months before tax season starts, it'll probably be old hat by then, and easy to just ride it out.

Other than that, it hasn't been too bad of a ride. The hardest parts have probably dealt with Ainsley. I mean, I know it's hormones, and obviously everything will be fine in the long run, but at times it's been heartbreaking. The first night home Ainsley just kept coming into our room when Tucker was crying and tried to stay up and sit with me to "help", rubbing my back and trying to sleep and her little face just kept crumpling into tears because she was tired and bewildered. So I'm bawling and she's exhausted, and finally Mike just went and slept with her in her room and she was just sort of moaning "mama, mama". It was terrible. And just the feeling that I am so scared of her hurting the baby (accidentally, of course) but I'm just chirping at her all day to be careful, and don't climb near him, and be gentle. I just feel awful, and she doesn't understand why we trusted her so much before (I mean, relatively), and now we don't. And we just had such a tight little bond before, that it makes me sad that it's different now because the baby needs so much attention. But Mike keeps reminding me that this is just temporary. When I'm not having to feed and pump 800 times and day, and I'm not recovering from surgery, we can do our fun things again. And we'll have another person in our family, which I think will just make everything richer, too.

So all in all, I am a little overwhelmed, but very excited for both our present and our future. Some mornings when Ainsley has crept into our bed at dawn and I'm awake (of course!) and holding Tucker on my chest and we're all just nestled in as a family of four, I just can't believe how blessed we are.

day before

Last morning as fam of three - how are we going to fit 4 in this bed?!

So tomorrow is C-day. It's super weird knowing that we're scheduled to have a baby. I just keep staring at my belly thinking "poor kid, in XX hours you just have no idea". Imagine that shock - one day you're in this perfectly padded, temperature-controlled, dark, quiet baby hot tub, just living the life, and then you're yanked out and everything's bright and cold and loud and itchy (I would imagine clothing, in general, is rather unpleasant. I think that's why kids love to be naked. ALL THE TIME). I guess if you go through the process of birth, maybe there's some kind of trigger that prepares the kid on some primal level. Like shit just gets too squished, and you're relieved to get out. I don't know. But anyway.

So clearly I'm a little loony today. We're trying to wrap up some projects. I watered my flowers really well and trimmed some stuff in the yard. Mike washed and vacuumed the car (after cleaning like a mad man yesterday - he's a keeper). But we're sort of just wandering around weirded out. I had these dreams all night, like the kind you have right before prom or your wedding. Like you're trying to get everything ready and nothing is working. Except it was all in the surgery prep area at the hospital (except it really looked like the locker room next to a pool). They just kept getting me ready--at one point making me drink/eat Ensure poured on corn on the cob, as would be necessary before surgery-- but I could never quite get to the operating room. Unsettling.

I suppose it's just time. I am very, very excited to see what this little peanut is like, who he looks like, how he's different from his sister. I want to see how Ainsley reacts. I truly believe she will be very sweet and protective. I want to see if he looks like his daddy. I am nervous, of course, but I can't wait.

38 weeks, 1 day (but actually only 6 days to go!!)

So I have a c-section scheduled for the 16th, a mere six (SIX!) days away. I am trying my very best to be patient, enjoy my last days as a mother of one and relish in this pregnancy, as it may be my last. But JESUS MARTHA! I am finding myself teetering back and forth between some kind of zen-like confidence because I've done this before, and sheer terror at the thought of a newborn. I am so excited to create this new version of our family, but I'm so scared and sad at leaving the old one behind. It just feels so final. I've always had this skewed, screwy version of a timeline in my head, where it's difficult for me to see beyond the endings of things. Like a school year, or a week-long vacation. I just get so worked up and prepare so much, that I can't even see beyond the event. So it's weird that bringing a baby home will be WAY more of a beginning than an ending.

And yet ... I can't help but think that going from one to two will be easier in a lot of ways. I mean, not those first couple months where everything is haywire and there's no schedule and no efficiency. That is destined to be total hormone-infused chaos. But the fact that we've gone through it once, and I can hang my hat on there being a light at the end of the tunnel, that is priceless. After all, I like being Ainsley's mom so much that I'm terrified about it changing. And I certainly didn't feel like that the first few weeks after bringing her home. There's also this thing where you're already used to chaos. Even though Ains is three-and-a-half and getting to be so much easier in so many ways, it's still unpredictable and you still have a zillion things to do. And just when you think you get a phase figured out, there's a brand new scary one. Like recently with Ainsley, it's social interaction. I always felt like I was so awkward when I was young, like from a very young age. I just was so AWARE of everything going on and worried about what my playmates were feeling and trying to fit in, that I couldn't relax and just play. I mean, I remember feeling this way almost from when I can first remember. And I watch her play and I see her ticker going and I just want to take her by the shoulders and say QUIT WORRYING AND JUST PLAY!! And these kinds of things aren't like a hungry baby or a leaky diaper. These are life-long, personality-shaping interactions, and you question to your marrow if you're doing everything right by her, or if this is laying the foundation for a lifetime of screwiness. And it's scary as shit.

So you have these new, scary, older kid things, but you can't let all that just pile on and eat up your insides. So you learn to laugh it off. You look at your husband and one of you makes a joke about how maybe the other kids aren't smart enough for self-awareness or something, and you COPE. And we know how to do that now. This all doesn't feel as serious as the first time. The house isn't as clean. You don't have all the details ironed out. But you do know it's probably not the end of the world when the three year old still can't poop in the potty. Or when the newborn has funny-colored poop. Because it's your family chaos, and unlike any other family's, and your first child teaches you to embrace it. Hopefully the second will just jump on this crazy train with us. I hope he enjoys the ride.