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Coming Home

We are home and settled in.  We hit the ground running.  For one thing, having two kids is a whole new ball game.  I am not sure how someone who doesn't plan well could survive.  I find most of my day is plotting out the next hour and trying to stay proactive.  It is all about anticipating both your kids' needs while remembering to nourish yourself.  Oh ya, and don't forget to be a good wife too.

I can't tell you how lucky I am to have Ian at home with me.  That makes all the difference in the world as well.  I have a long way to go in this balancing act before I am efficient without him.  But I am getting there.

Oh yes and sleep.  The lack of sleep hasn't caught up with me yet.  I took a solid nap yesterday which helped.  Owen nurses a handful of times over night but generally goes back to sleep.  I have discovered that wet diapers bother him over night but not during the day which I find interesting.  I change him every time I feed him on default, but at night, he wants to be changed as soon as he has wet despite needing to be fed or not.  Not a big deal because I change him and he goes back to sleep.  Then he will wake up again when it's time to eat.  I think the hardest thing is to sleep deeply when you can.  By instinct I hear every little sound he makes so when I do sleep it is not very heavily.

So far so good..

I am frustrated with this whole bowel movement song and dance.  We did this with Haley and we are doing it again.  I think I will feel much better after Friday when he his second weight check goes well.  He did have a BM since we got home, but I had to stimulate it per the doctors request.  Oh poo problems.

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