Our newest family member, Marleigh Juliana, was born just over two weeks ago. On her older brother’s birthday. Because she has no problem asserting herself. She is sweet, chubby and cuddly. Everything a newborn baby should be. Her brothers absolutely love her. Max is thrilled to pieces each and every time she opens her eyes and looks at him. Mason, whose birthday she so boldly took, literally cannot be in the same room with her without touching her; kissing her, gently patting her head or poking her tiny feet. It’s pretty adorable. Overall, I would say both boys are adjusting very well to having a little sister.
As for me, well, I think I’m doing ok too. When people ask me how I’m adjusting to life with three kids, I’m not always sure what to say to them. How do you know you’re doing well? There’s a pretty wide range of success markers to gauge yourself with. Anywhere from “Well, We’re All Alive” to “Why Yes, These Are My Skinny Jeans and I DID Just Churn That Butter By Hand”. So I started taking stock of my recent successes to see where I stand. I think you’ll be pretty impressed.
- I have washed my hair three times since giving birth. This is right on par with my pre-baby hair washing average. A clear win.
- I have not peed my pants even once. (If you’ve ever had a baby, you totally get this.)
- All three children have been fed daily, multiple times per day.
- I did not scream, “HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS!!!!” every time Marleigh latched on to nurse the first week.
- I’m pretty sure I got very nearly three hours of sleep the other night.
- I have cooked fish sticks, salad and blueberry muffins. Not all on the same day, obviously, that would be crazy.
- I remembered to order diapers from amazon.
- I have managed to get all my kids fed, dressed and out the door before 9am on three separate occasions.
- I’ve gone grocery shopping and remembered pretty much everything. For the most part. Sort of.
- I only broke down sobbing twice when literally EVERYONE in my family got sick and/or got pink eye right after we brought Marleigh home.
- I did not completely lose my shit when our air conditioner went out pretty much the moment that everyone in the family was finally healthy again. Because that wasn’t frustrating at all.
- I was told by the nurse doing my post-partum exam that I have “…really firm abdominal muscles…” and “…a remarkably fast-shrinking uterus!” I assume this is all underneath the generous layer of squishy tummy that I’m sporting right now. Regardless, I’m clearly a fine specimen of human female. Don’t be jealous.
- I have brushed my teeth every day. Except one.
- I can change a diaper in the dark.
- The baby has only peed on me twice. So far.
- I have cut the baby’s nails without injury (to her) or panic attacks (for me).
- My one-handed Pinterest-ing while breastfeeding skills are pretty epic.
Also, I managed to write this blog post in under a week.
I think I’m getting the hang of this. My next goals are to shower daily and actually FOLD the laundry. At that point I should be able to qualify for the Motherhood Olympics. I’ll probably win. Unless there’s a swim suit competition.