Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Well, Here We Are!


I'm sorry for all of the sappiness lately, and I'm sorry for my in-and-out posting, too! It's been a whirlwind two weeks…but as the title of this post says: "Here we are." 

First and foremost, thank you all for your kind words on Monday's post. It means so much to me that you would take the time out of your busy day to send me a quick little note of encouragement. Thank you also to my sweet friends and family for your sweet calls, texts, emails, social media correspondence and most importantly, prayer. 

I'm not going to lie, Monday was a really tough day, but we got through it. It very much helps that my friend Liz and I - who had our babies two days apart {at the same hospital and via the same doctor} - are sending our babies to the same daycare, where they're in the same class. Not only do we get to spend time together all day - right across the hall from each other, no less - our babies do, too. And it makes our mama hearts happy knowing they have a friend in their class, even though they have absolutely no idea. But we do. 

Monday afternoon, my boss let Liz and me leave early to pick up the bambinos. If I'm being honest, I put the petal to the metal and Speed Racer'd my way over to his daycare - which is only about one mile from my office. Seeing him after that long away from him {the longest I've ever been away from him in his life} was the best thing in the world. I picked him up, got some big time cuddles and kisses, and we went home. 

When we were at home, we of course had to document the day {ha!}, but we just played together and I loved all over him. 


And while I'm loving wearing "real" clothes again {hence my shoes below} and getting to be with my friends five days a week, I'm not going to pretend that it's a walk in the park. 

Pumping at work with no locks on your office door? Weirdest thing ever. {My sweet intern made a sign for Liz and my doors that says, "Please Knock! Thank You! :)" Because, you know, ain't nobody wanna see this!} Trying to rinse off your parts with two guys in your office? Just call me Where's Waldo wrapping all that up on my trek to the bathroom. Trying to figure out how in the world to cook dinner, sterilize said parts, make bottles for the next day and do the 5,001 other things that need to be done at home? It's a juggling act. 

But for me, the person who always wants everything perfect? Things have gone to the wayside. We're eating frozen meals that my grandparents brought us after Walker was born {and tonight it's leftovers, holla!}, but I'm not ashamed to be making hot dogs, spaghetti or sandwiches every now and then. {Thanks for that, Mom!} I've got clothes in the dryer that need to be folded; a living room rug that needs vacuuming so badly it's embarrassing; and dishes in my dishwasher that need unloading. But you know what? I'd much rather come home at the end of the day and talk to, play with and love on Walker than do any of those things. In fact, we've gone on walks as a family twice this week - and I'm hoping to make that three tonight - and it's been so refreshing. We're getting there.


It's a balancing act, that's for sure. But I will tell you, it makes me enjoy the little things {including evenings and I'm sure weekends} much more. Including his sweet little baby stretches when I take the swaddle sleep sack off of him in the mornings. I could just eat it up! 

We're figuring out a new schedule and routine that works for all of us. If you're interested, I'll be more than happy to tell you, though I don't claim to be an expert and it's definitely not perfected yet. The biggest helper in all of this is that Walker is - knock on wood, cross my fingers, do any other juju here - sleeping through the night, from 8 p.m. - 6:15 a.m. when I wake him up. I'm beyond thankful for that, because I know that's not normal, but especially for breastfed babies. I'm counting my blessings, that's for sure!


So, all of that to say, we're getting there. Do I miss my buddy every day? Yes. Do I know he's in good hands? Yes. {His "teacher" told me she sings to him on the regular - and she made us a little craft with his footprints on the first day - so basically I love her.} Is this hard? Yes. 

Baby steps. Tiny little baby steps.

1 comment:

  1. Glad to hear you're hanging in there and feeling optimistic! (PS LOVE those shoes!)

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