Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Jack is adjusting to life as a big brother pretty well. He really likes to help by getting her blankets and is great at giving her hugs... we just have to remind him to be gentle and not LAY on top of her. Caroline sleeps a lot so that gives me and Jack some good one-on-one time together.
Today is my first day with the kiddos on my own and it's going pretty well. However, as soon as Caroline fell asleep for one of her many naps (after being awake for a couple of hours), Jack woke up early from his nap. SIGH. No nap for me today!
Please pray that everyone stays healthy and that things continue to go smoothly as we're getting used to our new little person in the house. Pray for peace, patience, and sleep! Also, since tax season's getting underway and Jason will be out of the house A LOT, pray that I will have endurance to handle both kiddos on my own 6 days a week.
Time for pics!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Around 2am I couldn’t stay in bed any longer and told Jason it was time to get up and get ready to head to the hospital. We’d decided, since we were 40 minutes from the hospital, that we’d head in as soon as we were “sure” and labor there. Our hospital is very natural birth friendly so we weren’t concerned with having any unnecessary interventions pushed on us once we were “on the clock” at the hospital. Poor Jason, he was very concerned about my water breaking before we arrived since my labor progressed so quickly once my water broke with Jack. He kept telling me “after this contraction, we HAVE TO GO!” Mom stayed at home with Jack till our friend, Erin, could get there to be with him. Then she left for the hospital. Jason took full advantage of the “my wife is in labor” card and drove as fast as he could, only slowing at stoplights and stopping when he HAD to.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Also, I came across this online this morning and it immediately made me cry. It really is right on the money with how I'm feeling about becoming a mom of two and about my baby boy not being the "baby" anymore. You'll need some tissues now...
I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you’ve never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me”. And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can’t”, knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying him—as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times – only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you — as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you, I’ve given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you—only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you’ll never share my love. There’s enough of that for both of you – you each have your own supply.
I love you—-both. And I thank you both for blessing my life. —Author Unknown