There are days like Thursday - where showers and made beds just don't happen. And then there are days like today - Miss E gave us 2 - 4 hour stretches last night and you would have thought I hit the sleeping jackpot. I got dressed in something other than yoga pants and actually put on make-up. And I'm doing my own laundry for the first time in 2 weeks. (Thanks mom - because of you my husband and son have had clean clothes to wear.) All this productivity could also be attributed to the fact that it's Saturday and Chris is home.
Anyways, enough about me. We had Emilee's 2 week check yesterday and she's just picture perfect! She already weighs 8 lbs. 8 oz. and has grown to 20 1/4 inches long. She's above average for her weight and about average for her height. Luke weighed less at this age but was a smidge taller.
|Em and her BFF Jack|
The bad news is that Luke brought home a small cold from who knows where and it seems that E has caught it. Having a newborn with a snotty nose is not fun. While she went 4 hours in between feedings last night, I didn't sleep all that great because I was too busy listening to her and making sure she could breathe ok. Please pray that it passes as quickly as it did for big brother and it doesn't drop into her chest and affect her breathing.
In other news, Emilee's cousin, Olivia Joy, decided to join us a few weeks early. 33 hours of labor and she finally decided to come on out this morning at 3am. I am so excited to meet her it's ridiculous. I can't wait to put the girls in their matching outfits (they have quite a few) and take some pictures.
With the birth of Olivia, I can't help but be a bit sad that my baby is already 2 weeks old. Am I exhausted? Yes. But part of me is sad that we are already two weeks into this adventure and that we will never have a 2 week old in the house again. (And yes, I said never. I'm 110% positive my body can't handle another pregnancy and I'm ok with that.) She's only going to get bigger from here and I can't help but snuggle her a little longer after feedings at night even if it means 15 minutes less of sleep.
Because while this is a hard and long season, it's just that - a season. And it won't last forever. Which is both a good and a bad thing. So in the rough times, when both kids are screaming, and I don't have enough hands - I remind myself that this is not forever. But I also rock her a bit longer and smell her sweet baby smell and remind myself that this too, is not forever.