Happy two months to my sweet little monster.
Sadly, we celebrated by getting her first round of vaccinations – a whopping
four in total! I’m all for the miracles of modern medicine and believe in
vaccinations, but four in one go seems brutal.
Andrew was always a bit touchy on the day of vaccinations, but he was usually
right as rain within 24 hours. As for
Maeve…holy hell! I was not prepared for the fussiness that descended upon my typically-happy
little camper. Of course, as luck would have it, she started to get a cold on
the same day as her shots.
We are now four days post-vaccination and she is still a fussy handful. It’s
hard to say whether her crankiness and lack of appetite is due to the cold or
the shots now. I think the combo of both
was just a little too rough, poor sweetie.
Of course, because I am the receptacle of all her bodily fluids, guess
who also got sick? I feel like I have
been hit by a truck. You should see the
two of us sprawled on the couch, both drippy and cantankerous, it’s not a
pretty sight.
So far the boys have managed to escape the bug. I’m not
holding out much hope though because these things usually make the rounds. Parenthood…not for the weak!
Yup…I’m
still kicking. Try as I might, over the past few years I just haven’t been able
to get back into blogging. Between working
and raising an active four-year-old, I could barely string together a coherent
sentence by the end of a typical day.
But now that I am home on maternity leave, I’m going to try my darnedest
to get back into it.
Yes! You heard correctly. I am now on maternity leave for the next year. We
finally had our baby girl after several years of deliberation and then a few losses.
I look at her and have to pinch myself sometimes to remind me that this isn’t a
dream. I was getting to the point where I was considering throwing in the towel
on having our last child, and now here she is.
Little Maeve came into the world on May 28 via planned C-Section. Everything
went like clockwork. Surgery is
certainly easier to endure when you know what to expect and it isn’t an
emergency. Thankfully I got that instant maternal bond the moment I set eyes on
Maeve. I was worried about post-partum depression again like I had with Andrew,
but aside from a few normal hormonal bouts, I seem to be in the clear this
time.
Being a Mom for the second time has been far easier. I have less trepidation
and I’m more content to just sit, snuggle and cherish the little things. Having
gone through this age once, I know how quickly it all passes. Of course, my
contentment is also aided by the fact that Maeve really is an easy/ textbook
baby. If she cries, I go through the
typical checklist and she is easily settled…not like the uncontrollable crying
from colic that her poor brother had.
Life with two kids has had certain challenges but the adjustment hasn’t been as
difficult as I imagined thus far. In general, I think the second child just has
to be more portable than the first. Andrew has adjusted beautifully and is very
sweet with his baby sister. Any small bits of jealousy have been directed at
either hubby or I and never at Maeve. If anything, he wants to include her in everything! We do our best to give them each their own
special time with us, but he usually wants Maeve included in whatever we are doing
with him. I think the age gap helps
because he is old enough to play independently and keen to help.
So that’s what has been keeping me busy over the past few months - slowly
navigating my way through the new “normal”.
I will endeavor to capture the next year at home not because I’m overly
interesting, but rather because writing is a good outlet…otherwise I find
myself making up songs about the baby to the tune of whatever happens to be playing
on the radio…really! A lack of adult
companionship during the days will mess with your head.
Welcome to the world baby girl!
