Today was tough. Real tough. I went to bed last night anticipating how busy today was going to be and when morning came, I didn't want to get out of bed. Oliver woke up to feed around 5:00am and I stumbled back to bed in the stillness of the morning with a quiet plea that my children would sleep until 7:00am. It worked! I put on my best smile when the little boys came to my bedside, and we all tip-toed into the kitchen for breakfast. Porridge was on the menu to warm and fill those little bellies on a chilly Autumn morning. After we ate there was a mad rush to get everyone dressed and ready, including the baby, so that we could leave shortly after Camilla and make it to our two week check-up with the midwife. Poor Mr. Stannix had to dry my tears before he even left for work this morning. I'm pretty sure I had cried all my make-up off just a few short minutes after I put it on.
I woke Ollie after sending Camilla out to her bus and gave him a quick bath to freshen him up (which he wasn't too happy about). As I was drying him off, Joseph came up with a problem that needed solving. I turned around to talk him through it and suddenly felt my feet get warm. Sure enough, Oliver peed all over the floor and managed to hit my shirt and jeans. Since they were the only clean clothes I had, and we were kind of in a hurry, I may or may not have changed. I mopped up the puddle, dressed the baby, and fed the baby while the boys got in the car. With a whole minute to spare I buckled Oliver into his carseat. As I went to take Finley out to the van I realized he had a dirty diaper and let out a giant sigh as I quickly changed him. Just as I went out the door, Hyrum came in and headed to the bathroom while my pleas to hurry followed him up the stairway. As we drove down the highway the gas light came on. We were already going to be pretty much late, so I stopped in the next town for gas. I'm not sure how we did it, but we still made it on time for our appointment even after all of the set backs. I suppose that's why I always plan to leave twenty minutes sooner than I need to.
Turns out the midwife was running a little behind and we had to wait anyway! The boys were thankfully agreeable and everything went well. When she first set Oliver on the scale he was weighing in at just over 6lbs (down a whole pound from his birth weight). We were both confused, since he eats like a champ and I have an abundance of milk right now. She went and grabbed her own scale and sure enough, he weighed a nice 8lbs 6oz. He is healthy, happy, and doing great!
We got home just in time for the boys to scarf down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then I dropped them at a friends while I went to the dentist. I chipped a tooth (while flossing of all things) the first night we brought Oliver home and needed to get it checked out. I left the dentist with a frozen mouth, three new fillings, and another appointment booked. I have avoided dental work for a long time now, and it needs to be done!
I spent the afternoon tidying here and there, throwing laundry through the wash, wishing I didn't eat my last chocolate bar yesterday, and trying not to fall asleep (so tired)! My sister came in the late afternoon and did some newborn photos for me. I got to peek at a few and I am so excited to see the rest!
Mr. Stannix, being the thoughtful guy that he is, brought me home a beautiful bouquet of flowers to cheer me up. He always knows what I need!
When I tucked in Joseph he asked me to lie with him, like he does each night. When I finished rubbing his back he rolled over on his pillow and gave me a big, wet smooch on the cheek. There is nothing better than spontaneous kisses from my favorite preschooler! Then he melted my heart even more when he whispered, "I'm gunna listen to you mom. I want to make you SO happy." I'd love to know what that kid thinks about as he falls asleep each night.
I am so looking forward to tomorrow. It's been a long week!
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