Our first 3 days in bed were so nice to snuggle and get to know each other.
The first day downstairs was spent just us 5, feeling out what a family of 5 is like.
Then there was the first outing, a car ride adventure and Starbucks.
We also had a picnic with a view eating fries, hot dogs and milkshakes from Peters.
Lots of good. Lots of bliss.
always a but
Things have not been so effortlessly joyous.
Kian was born at 8lbs 8oz, big boy and he is determined to stay that way (he GAINED weight, 100grams). This little dude eats from 9pm - 2am straight.....eats for 15mins, try to lie him down and 10mins later he is up wanting more milk. From 9-2. Then at 2 when he is full I can't move an inch or I will wake him fully, so I have to sleep sitting up, which you can imagine does not go well. It has been this way every night since he was born.
I run on 2 or 3 hours of sleep every day. And that isn't even a solid 2-3 hours, it is an all together total for the night.
So what would be very blissful days are days where I have no patience, lack of positivity, panic attacks and shakes. I am overwhelmed easily and just kinda falling apart.
I did not expect this.
My whole thing was to conquer labour and then savour the sweet first newborn weeks in all their blissfulness.
Our days are still filled with a lot of good. And now instead of facing each day preparing for the pains of labour, I have to mental prepare myself for each day with a newborn.
Kian is amazing. He is such a sweetheart and a joy. We are blessed by him. Just dealing with a new little human learning what it is to be a little human. No easy thing.
Oh how my word of the year has come into play over and over this year. BREATHE.
Pray this little babe figures this being out of the womb thing soon :)