So how’s it been since we’ve been home?
{Sigh….)
I wish I could tell you the last eight days have been full of hugs, snuggles, and smiles.
I can’t.
The truth is, it’s been hard. Really hard. There have been lots of hugs, snuggles, and smiles, but there have also been lots of flailing fits {the boys}, fighting {the boys}, and crying {the boys and me}.
We have had a hard time adjusting, learning what our new normal is supposed to look like.
Fortunately, this child has done a lot of this.
Jeff had to go right back to work the day after Brantley was born, but we didn’t think it would be a big deal since my mom had planned to be with me the rest of the week.
No problem.
Then my mom got sick on Wednesday, the day after Brantley was born.
She had to leave the next morning because she was miserable and contagious.
That’s when my crying started. I lost count how many times I broke down feeling so overwhelmed.
On Friday, I got a sitter for the boys, thanks to my amazing neighborhood babysitting co-op. My friend, Elena, kept the boys for a few hours so I could take Brantley to the pediatrician for her newborn checkup.
Our pediatrician said she looked great and even told me I could skip the 2 week and 1 month visits, and not come back until 2 months. Woohoo!! That saves us $50 in co-pays.
It made the frugal side of me so very happy!
After weighing in at 8 lbs 2 oz right when she was born, she dropped to 7 lbs 14 oz two days later, but was already gaining by the time we got to the pediatrician the next day. She was back to 8 lbs. She’s a great eater, thank goodness.
Friday night, we planned to have a quiet night at home, but little did we know we would be getting NO SLEEP!! It wasn’t because of the baby, either. It was Riverson!
He woke up at 1am. Jeff brought him to our bed so he wouldn’t wake Langston up. The child did not go back to sleep until 5am. FIVE A.M.!!!!
My dad and step-mom knocked on our door at 9:30 on Saturday morning with plans to help us around the house. As you can imagine, Riverson was a hot mess and honestly, so was I.
I went to put him in his bed, which was an idea he absolutely hated.
He screamed, cried, and all I heard was, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy” over and over.
All he wanted was me, but he was exhausted and I needed him to sleep, so I walked out…
and burst in to tears.
The guilt was eating me up. What was I doing wrong? Why was he so unhappy? I felt helpless.
Thank goodness my dad and step-mom were there to talk me off of the ledge and remind me that we are ALL adjusting to this new normal.
By Sunday night, the big kids were here for their last two weeks of summer vacation. I was still an emotional mess.
When Jeff mentioned something we needed from the store, I immediately said, “I’ll go!!” He stared at me for several seconds and with a small smile on his face said, “You’re not going to have a nervous breakdown and leave us, are you?”
I said, “I might have a breakdown, but I’m not leaving.”
I actually didn’t have a nervous breakdown.
Things are better. I’m done crying. I’m getting a grip and realizing I CAN do this.
Riverson got out of the bathtub last night and after I spent the last 10 minutes of the bath getting on to him for splashing all over the bathroom, he walked in to their room and peed on the carpet.
I could have cried.
But, I didn’t.
I may figure out this new normal after all.
So what’s the silver lining in all of this?
I love seeing the boys love on their new baby sister. I think they might let us keep her after all.




























