Our time in the hospital was peaceful. Keith didn't like being stuck in the same room for multiple days, but it didn't bother me one bit to be in a room with you and Daddy with visits from my boys. Being a new parent wasn't terribly difficult in the hospital when you have nurses around to help! I was anxious about going home and being on our own with you.
While we were in the hospital, we choose to keep you in the room with us the whole time; I couldn't bear the thought of you not being there with us! In fact, I kept your little cradle/crib as close to my bed as possible. The foot of the bed wasn't close enough for me.
Your first few days, your tiny little wrinkled hands reminded me of my grandmothers. Now they are plump and round. Now, when we're breastfeeding, I love seeing those cute little hands rest on me, even when you're using them to block my view of you.
Upon coming home, I loved sitting and holding you while breathing in the smell of you. I still do. That first week, we couldn't hardly put you down. I didn't want to share you!
Your big brothers are over the moon excited about you. They are full of questions about you, and I can even seem them starting to be protective of you. They are so very excited for you to come to the babysitters with them when I go back to work. Mommy on the other hand, is already not looking forward to that day.
When I was a kid, there were some other kids close to my age in the neighborhood and we commonly played together, especially during the summers since we were home all day at our houses with our moms or babysitters. If we wanted to play together, we called or walked to their house and asked if they could come over.
Now, as some kids have moved into our neighborhood and our boys are older and interested in playing with other kids, I have to ask; are those manners we had as kids a thing of the past?
My experience with neighbor kids has not been positive thus far. The lack of manners is bothersome. It has brought on a whole new set of lessons to teach my boys about manners and politeness!
A few days after Ellie came home, the boys decided to put on a circus for their baby sister and Daddy and me. They arranged it in the play room, set up chairs for us, and put on a show! It was magnificent!
This was taken as we were preparing to head to labor and delivery.
During work this afternoon, twice, there was a sudden bit of warmth and wetness in my undies. It was very little, and I wasn't sure what it was. To be on the safe side, I decided to leave work 45 minutes early and call my doctor's office before they closed for the day. I'd been uncomfortable at work all day anyway and was caught up on everything at the time.
There was a possibility I was leaking amniotic fluid, so they sent me to labor and delivery to be tested.
I called Keith and had him come home to go with me. We called my mom to pick up the boys from the sitters, grabbed our hospital bags and off we went to labor and delivery.
I've had a weird dream. It's happened twice now. I thought it was a reoccurring dream, but thinking through it today realize it's actually building on itself.
A few nights ago, I had a dream that we were living at my parents place, and I decided it would be a good idea to get a pet tiger.
Yes, a tiger. Why? I have no idea.
We had a giraffe too, but it caused not problems in my dream.
Apparently, I wasn't prepared for the tiger with adequate fencing, as the first night I had my dream, it got loose. It ran around the neighborhood, but we, although terrified, managed to get it back into it's crappy fencing.
And that was the end, or so I thought.
Last night it happened again. We were at my parents with the pet tiger it and got loose, again.
Clearly a dream in between these was not fixing the fencing!
Last night in my dream, the tiger got out again. I was very concerned about protecting everyone because the tiger seemed much more dangerous this time, but at the same time we had to try to get the tiger back into his shitty cage!
As we repeatedly attempted to get our pet tiger back in my dream, it became more and more evident we were struggling and may not be able to do so on our own. Destruction was starting, and I knew we couldn't let it get too far.
I was hesitant on calling for back up from law enforcement and wildlife patrols because I knew my pet tiger wasn't appropriately licensed in the state. I didn't want to be in trouble! And we liked our giraffe that wasn't causing any problems!
There really was no resolution to the dream. I had to get up and pee of course!
Perhaps there will be a third installment? Although I kind of hope not. This was a bit weird.