"Making the decision to have a child - it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ”
If there was ever a week to switch from the summertime project I was working on of '4 kids in a frame' to a project that focuses on the baby, it was this week. Last weekend as I was jazzing up to jump back into the new routine of life, my oldest daughter became ill--quite ill--and it lasted all week. Caring for a newborn, an ill child (a second one came home from school on Wednesday), and trying to contain it made for a very long week, but what is the worst is the worry. Oh my the worry. First for keeping it from the baby, and then as the week continued and my daughter didn't get better...well, let's just say all are well now. But dealing with the worry is far worse than dirty diapers or laundry or cups of broth or ginger ale. The worry is the worst.
Thankfully, my husband has been around more than ever before and I am so grateful. I've had a fair amount of time to heal (although the babe's 2 week check up revealed that he is in fact huge (90th %s all around--including head size) which explains why I still have trouble simply walking!) But things are getting back to form, even the 'plump' baby belly is deflating...which is a little sad. Soon, it will be just a fatty bit of 'I've had 5 kids' stretch marked skin that will never see the light of day again.
Anywho, our little babe is becoming more alert and generally proving to be a pretty happy little guy. And now that all are on the mend, I can join him.