The end of Logan's paternity leave is coming full speed ahead like a runaway train coming at my face. I am so nervous and full of dread. The girls are still "adjusting" to having a new baby in the house. Their "adjustment" style seems to be running around on hyper-adrenaline, being consistently unreasonable and demanding, as well as being completely un-disciplinable. (take away the toy? Don't care! Stick them in time-out? Don't care! They just sit there laughing about being naughty!) It's frustrating as all get out.
Add to this the fact that this recovery is so much worse than when I had the twins. (I was entirely unprepared for this one- Mom jinxed it by saying "You know, you are three years older!" Way to make me feel ancient, Mom) I don't know why my body isn't bouncing back. It's just refusing to. After the doctor ripped (yes, ripped) the steri-strips (tape holding my skin together) off, I cried for about two hours. I'm still in pain- 2 days later. And suffering from some type of random allergic reaction from the adhesive. Great. Why can't I just get better?!
Aaaaand... the baby refuses to just lay there and watch the world go by. He demands to be held most of the day. So I decided to indulge in some retail therapy and bought a sling... this sling:
I am picturing myself beslung with a newborn, wrangling two toddlers, hunched over in pain from the surgery, cursing the husband for leaving me alone. (He promised this would not be the apocalypse! He promised!)
Anyway, not a pretty picture. Please just shoot me now. I think I might need to get online and buy more stuff. Amazon, here I come!
(It probably won't be so terribly bad, but the drama and the scariness is just overwhelming when Monday is looming over all our heads!)