We’ve had only one full day with both boys / a family of five. We’re nowhere near settling in to a routine yet, but everyone has been fed and loved. That feels like enough of a win for now.
The house is a mess. We have cords everywhere. Tons of hospital takeaways and paperwork are piled around. Between the actual bottles, pump parts, and medicine routine we can fill the sink up every 3 hours, despite my mom’s valiant efforts.
K is handling their arrival surprisingly well so far, but had a two-year old “moment” today. And if I’m being honest, J and I have had a “moment” here and there ourselves. I’m generally not my best when I don’t sleep well…and I’m about to learn to function on a new low amount. (Fortunately, I also recently acquired a taste for coffee…)
Bath time is a group effort…
Going anywhere looks like this…
And down time looks like this:
Since arriving home, we’ll see the 2nd in home nurse tomorrow, and go to a second DR appointment on Monday. In between…we’re looking a little like a mini NICU ourselves.
But we’re here. Together. And in that way things are perfect.