Life at the Chicken Coop

Babies and Blue

I seem to be all "tangled up in blue" lately. There's this shower I'm throwing for an expectant friend (having, you guessed it: a boy). Then my other friend, whose water broke and called me yesterday afternoon to inform me, had her baby boy this morning at 2:30 AM. (We kept her son with us last night which was no trouble at all because he is sweet and obedient. He also woke up at 6:45 AM and declared to the house, "I have to go potty.")

Then I thought about my own baby, born just over 4 months ago, who now lays prone on my lap, laughing at Finn and making gurgling noises with his throat. Where did my newborn go?

I remember so well how lonely I felt in my hospital room the day after Miles was born. My mom wasn't here, nor the family and friends that came to greet Finn and Lucy after their births. All I could think about was how was I going to go home and manage to take care of the three kids I now had? (And my deliberations about whether to order chocolate cake or lemon merengue pie were especially lengthy because I had nothing else to do).

Now I'm somewhat adjusted to my new role as Mother to three and I'm glad I'm here and not sitting in my hospital gown alone. Miles and I have a nursing schedule: I know when he's done eating and can practically predict when he's going to poop (every morning at 6:30 for sure). Things are getting easier. Lucy is no longer the super-jealous middle child, just mildly annoyed when she doesn't get to sit on my lap when I'm feeding Miles.

Adjustment. Change. Growth. Blue cupcakes. Baby boys. 'S wonderful.