The Journey to a Little One to Call Our Own

One gal's experiences dealing with IF, pregnancy, the birth of our first son, parenthood, and doing it all over again with our second son... here is our journey.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Life Lately

Life with two kids is busy, to say the least.  

One of our children is always crying, in need of feeding, attention, or cuddling.  

It's draining, exhausting, and overwhelming. 

But it's beautiful and wonderful at the same time.

Mason is two weeks old, and he continues to amaze me... he literally was born one minute and was immediately the perfect little addition to our family.  He looks so much like Max, it's crazy.  I often feel like I am having deja vu moments when looking at him... it's just like looking at Max when he was a newborn.

On the other hand, Mason is so different.  He doesn't like to be bounced in my arms in the same way that would always calm Max.  He isn't a fast eater, like Max was.  He likes to snuggle; from the time Max was born, he just wanted to be on the move.

Similarities and differences - I guess that's to be expected with siblings :)

Max loves his little brother... sometimes a little too much.  He is constantly asking to see the baby (we're working on getting him to say "Mason," but he looks at us like we're crazy - as if Mason's name isn't just "baby"), kissing his head, and pointing at his cheeks.  Unfortunately, all of this sudden interest in the baby - although we tried to keep him at a distance - led to Max giving Mason his lovely cold.  So, I am trying to nurse a two week old back to health - he has a terrible cough, sneeze, and runny rose.  We were at the doctor yesterday, making sure his cold wasn't turning into anything more serious... thank goodness it's just a cold.

As for me - I feel 100% completely healed from my C-section, which feels awesome.  I am 6 pounds lighter than pre-pregnancy weight, which also feels awesome.  There is some lovely, chubby-looking skin around my mid-section that wasn't there before, so I'll be working on getting rid of that very soon.  Running is the only thing that will help... Nikes and sport bras, here I come.

I am also attempting nursing, which is proving to be a much better experience than with Max.  I am still not making a ton of milk, so at some point, I know it will be a question of if it's even worth it for the amount I am producing.  For now, it feels good that I can at least nurse him and pump a couple of bottles per day.

So, that's what's new.  I am absolutely awe-struck that I have two living, healthy (other than colds) children.  Mr. D and I sat down for dinner last night, which never really happens, but we just-so-happened to have dinner ready at a time where we could sit down and eat.  We turned off the TV, pulled Max over to the table in his highchair, and placed Mason in his vibrating seat on our kitchen table.  For two seconds, it was quiet.  We both stopped, looked at each other, and smiled.  

This is our new reality.

I love it.

So blessed.