I'm not dead.

We are having a lovely time.  We are busy.  Whoooooeeee are we busy.  Jamie turned three weeks old yesterday, Peter turned two on the 16th.  Peter is handling it pretty well.  Not perfectly, obviously because he is two and it is only natural for him to be all 'WTF?? " But, Jamie is so happy, so pleasant, so easy.  And we are thankful.  So thankful.  At this precise moment he is asleep in the swing, the cat is drooling on my lap, Mr. is shredding paperwork in the office, and Peter is racing his toy train around in a circle. 

Our day goes like this: 5 am feed Jamie, lay him either in the bassinet or hold him.  One of us sometimes takes a shower and sometimes we just lay there and snuggle and doze.  Sometimes we go downstairs and put on coffee or tea.  Then at 8 Peter is up ( for some reason he sleeps later now that Mr. is home, maybe the house is quieter?) and he comes into our room.  We broke down and bought a tv for our bedroom because I remembered how when I would read and nurse Peter I would get so sleepy I would drop my book on his head.  Soooo, there is a tv in there now.  We all snuggle and watch Mister Rodgers for a half hour while changing diapers and drinking coffee or tea, Jamie is up to nurse at that point, then usually Peter has his first tantrum of the day because I am not allowed to carry him downstairs for three more weeks. 

Then we have breakfast.  Peter's eating has improved.  We think ( after taking him in to the pediatrician) that he was stressed about the new baby coming and now he eats much better.  Mmmhmm, my temporary quiet is gone, and Jamie is up. 

Then Peter plays and we just hang around. Sometimes we go out, sometimes we don't.  The house is an EPIC DISASTER OF MESS AND TOYS AND LAUNDRY FOR REAL. I do not anticipate it getting clean any time soon.  Anyhow, at 7 we have dinner and then Peter goes to bed.  I get in bed with Jamie and we do skin to skin nursing, and then we get in our jammies.  Jamie usually sleeps at least one good four hour chunk at night.  MIRACULOUS.

We are having a great time.  It's awesome, but I have very little time for myself.  Actually, I am feeling guilty because I am blogging instead of playing trains with Peter right now. 

I have lots of other news and thoughts and stuff, but I am gonna stop here.

Today

our baby is one week old!  Trite as it is, we can't believe how fast this week went by. My goodness.

We took Peter and my sister to Friendly's for dinner last Sunday night.  I was so huge I could not sit behind the bench and had to sit at an angle.  I was waddling around hoping against hope for my water to break and cleaning and bustling all over.  I gave up around ten and went to bed.  Peter woke up and was calling for me, and I was so happy to have a last chance to pick him up and cuddle him and kiss him and tell him he was my sweet, sweet baby. 

We got up at freaking 4 45 a.m. and showered and headed off to the hospital.  I was super proud that I did not cry about my c-section.  It went well, except they had a hard time doing the spinal and hit a nerve.  I could feel it all the way down my leg.  Jesus.  Mr.  could hear me in the hallway because I could not move and it hurt A LOT.  Also, someone's name tag caught my iv as the nurse was putting it in and it ripped out.  So all in all, a good experience. 

My ob told me my uterus is really thin and if we have another she will not let me go past 38 weeks.  Jamie inhaled some amniotic fluid on the way out and had some problems breathing but it resolved and he did not have to go to the nicu.  We were able to be together after only 20 minutes ( they were putting me back together) and that was so much better than last time.  The new hospital was beautiful, like a hotel, everyone has a private room.  It was so much better than last time.  SO MUCH BETTER. It was less painful, and I feel better faster than I did before too.  I have much more mobility.

My milk came in after three days instead of the five it took with Peter.  I encouraged Jamie to nurse as much as possible, and got two awesome blood blisters, but I consider it well worth it since I shaved off 48 hours of Crying Hungry Baby.  

I was MISERABLY itchy the entire first day and night.  Even with the drugs. All I wanted was a piece of sandpaper on a stick.

My MIL was super creepy and picked up the blanket I was using as a nursing cover to kiss the baby.  That's creepy, right???

I had a much easier time in the hospital, and could put on my own underwear the next day and was able to shave my legs after two days.  I pushed myself a bit, because I knew gentle walking would help me.  I chose to go home a day early because I missed Peter terribly and wanted to get home to get him back to as normal a schedule as possible.  My sister did an awesome job with him, and I felt really good about his care.

Mr. slept over the last night, I was alone the first two nights, because we agreed it was more important for him to be home in case Peter woke in the night, and also to let Peter have a similar schedule.  So he was home by seven each night and made dinner and put Peter to bed.

I will put a picture soon, and finish the post as soon as I can.  Jamie is such a happy and easy baby so far.  We are so thankful.

Soon

I'll update soon. It's awesome. He's here and healthy and SUPER CUDDLY AND HAPPY.  James Edward.  Eight pounds ten ounces, 20 inches long.  We came home on Thursday.  I'll have some more time this weekend, or at least will make time this weekend.