At home

We came home Friday evening, timed as to not destroy Patrick's bedtime routine too badly. Luckily, he and my Mom both took a nap...until 4:15pm that day. So he was fine until 9pm. But it worked out well to ease back into family life with one small difference.

Patrick is doing good with all the changes so far. But I can tell he's a little punked out and a touch out of sorts. Who could blame the boy? Mom and Dad leave and come back. New baby. Visitors in and out of the house. Routine is all thrown off. And his inability to tell me what's going on (much less understand in his own brain what he's feeling) makes me want to hug him all day long. Kevin and I are working at giving him some good individual attention as much as we can.

He was pretty excited to discover that nursing was, once again, open for business. I explained that he was a big boy and nursing is for babies. Not sure that he cares, but he's still pretty fascinated.

Fiona is...a baby. I hate labels on babies. "Good" baby, "Fussy" baby. How can these claims be made when she's only been on the outside for 3 days? She's still sleepy, with her wakeful periods taken up by eating. She's a great nurser and has been from her first 15 minutes of life. We all love holding her, and Patrick can't stop giving her kisses. I discovered why mommies like to have their newborns in bed with them. I never did this with Patrick, but last night Fiona would not let go of me. Every time I thought she was done and put her in the bassinet, she fussed until I latched her on again. It didn't take long to just keep her in bed with me. She didn't peep at all, and Kevin was able to sleep without any problems.

These first days have been good. It's nice being a second time mom. The increased confidence is such a blessing. Kevin heads to work Monday, and Mom has gone home. Wish me luck.