Getting there

Every day becomes a little more manageable.

Today is the first day I didn't long to be back at the hospital, where everything was quiet and peaceful and safe. Today, I didn't have an internal panic attack at the sheer magnitude of Collin's energy, as he spun around the house like a dreidel on the loose.

Today, I took Story to the doctor and found out she was thriving beyond what I possibly could have expected. Then, we all went to the grocery store, shopping at only six days post pardom. Today was a good day. Today was my best day all week.

Last time I had a baby, I didn't go outside until about nine days post pardom, and by the end of it, I was ready to die. Much different this time around, as I shushed the baby in one arm and dragged the full cart behind me with the other. Husband would have helped, but you see, he had an insane toddler perched on his shoulders who needed prompt removal from the store. Collin, God bless him, has been the biggest challenge since Story was born. Funny, he was the biggest challenge the last time we had an infant, too.

So, I'm going with the ebb and flow of post pardom, of life with two. I feel like everything is just a whole lot easier the second time around, but I say that as a woman who knows how good she has it. Husband has been running himself ragged, taking care of everyone. He is like the wheels of a wheel barrel, chugging and chugging away, doing all the dirty work. We would be lost without him.

"We like our Mike, and this is why: Mike does all the work when the hills get high."  -Dr. Seuss