I keep trying to write the Pitocin/birth/black-out story but every time I sit down I fall asleep. No joke. We were in the hospital an extra day because Lincoln was jaundiced, and the phototherapy lights required a rigid schedule of nursing with pumping in between, plus tons of discussions with the nurses and doctors, so I think I got a total of 8 hours of sleep in the three days I was in the hospital after the baby was born. I guess I was running on adrenaline, because I didn’t feel too tired then, but now I feel like a zombie. Even after a solid 8 hours of sleep last night, I’ve had to fight to keep my eyes open anytime I haven’t been moving today. After dozing off four times while trying to write one sentence, I decided that the post was not going to happen today. So in lieu of a good story, here’s a good picture!
Oh okay, here’s one more:
Liam shocked us all by transforming into the world’s most devoted older brother immediately upon meeting his little brother. He spends all of his waking hours either holding the baby (aided greatly by the Boppy Pillow), begging to hold the baby, or crying because he’s been told he can’t hold the baby. He also constantly tries to give Lincoln his cars and sings “Rock-a-Bye, Baby” to him. Lincoln is asleep in a Moses basket right now, surrounded by Hot Wheels.
Sleep deprivation aside, we’re doing really well and quickly adjusting to life as a family of six. I’m hoping to get in bed early tonight and write the long-awaited post in the morning with a cup of coffee as my ally, so until then, have a happy Friday!