I am a mother of two. That is the strangest statement. It is still surreal and a bit of a blur. Those days of living at the hospital flew by, and very quickly we were home and learning a new routine.
These past two weeks have been a dream. I keep waiting for the shoe to drop. Like it's not possible to be this way. Connor's newborn stage was a little traumatic. Ok, a lot traumatic, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't been scared about this time around. So far, I have to wake Caleb up at night to feed him, I'm able to set him down to do things, and he only cries when he needs something. It is a very very different experience. He nurses like a champ, and at his doctor's appointment today weighed in at 8 pounds and 5 ounces. We had a minor jaundice scare at the very beginning that turned into receiving a billy blanket and promptly giving it back the next day. We nursed on demand, took walks outside, and went through a million diaper changes and got rid of it ourselves. We went on our first family excursion to vote on Thursday, then the grocery store, and finally Chick-fil-a. It was awesome! We went to Knaus Berry Farm yesterday, and Connor and Caleb took naps together holding hands in the back seat.
Is this my life?