|Photo taken by my talented friend, Renae at http://renfran.com/|
Last Wednesday the boys and I spent a perfect summer day at my friend's pool. The boys wore their new puddle jumper floaties, bravely swam with their friends, and Cherie and I actually finished more than one conversation as we joined in on the fun and even sat in lounge chairs. Our evening was typical and bedtime was smooth. Around 2:30am I woke up and made my usual visit to the bathroom, except before my head hit the pillow again my water broke. I went downstairs thinking who to call first, went back upstairs completely flustered, and finally woke Joe. Other than not being able to think straight, we were surprisingly calm, called the doctor, and then called our neighbors. We called again and again. Finally I phoned my parents and Joe his and we all agreed that they'd just meet us at the hospital. While I showered Joe took then took matters into his own hands, walked across the street, and threw rocks at our neighbors' bedroom window since we couldn't reach them by phone. Within minutes the contractions had started, Sarah was in our den, bags were by the door, and we were on our way. Joe pointed our that her birthday would be easy to remember: 7-11. I pointed out that Thursday was the one day that my regular doctor didn't work.
|Last belly pic on our way out the door!|
|Party of 5!|
By Saturday afternoon I hit the' I've-been-hit-by-a-truck' wall. Baby Girl and I enjoyed early morning and late night snuggles and appreciated any take-out brought in by friends instead of enduring anymore hospital food.
Sunday was homecoming day and back to reality. In the week ahead the boys were off to Vacation Bible School each morning and 'the troops' (thank God for grandparents!!!) were in charge of taking care of them each day so I could take care of myself and Katharine.
So maybe our morning started at 5:30am today with all five of us in bed, Garrett having peed in his, Gavin wanting to go downstairs before sunrise, and Katharine fussing because she can't get a good latch on my engorged and sore chest. Maybe I've cried for no reason at all and even though the boys can drive me mad, I actually miss spending so much time with them each day since they're all I've known for the past 3 years. Maybe all heck broke loose last night when Joe returned from work because the boys can't contain their excitement to have him back each day...I'm just hoping he comes home tonight. Maybe I'm moving a little faster than I should be around the house, but we're all hanging in. Thankfully, Joe and I can smile at each other through the madness and only one of us loses it at a time. The craziness won't last for long, I'm determined to remember these early days, and this sweet pea is sure to keep us grounded: