I can't believe I'm writing this post, my little man is a whole month old already! Where has time gone?
Well the last month has had it's highs and lows.
Third time around I should be a pro at this right? No? That's not quite how it works.
I hadn't forget how tough the first weeks with a newborn could be, but even when you know what's coming those pregnacy hormones can just knock you sideways!
One minute totally elation, happiness, love and togetherness and the next tears, guilt, worry and tiredness. The first week is definitely the worst for me. Day 5 in particular stands out.
The sun was shining it was lovely and warm outside and Pat was at home, but I didn't know if I was coming or going. Poor husband. One minute I wanted a cuddle the next I didn't, I wanted to be with everyone but in silence. Crying but not being able to articulate why, and feeling so frustrated with myself for being so crazy!
A teary tired mess. But after much persuasion from my little crew we all went out for dinner and the grey started to lift.
Thank you family for being so understanding and for picking me up in those strange hormonal moments!
We talked a lot with the girls about having a new baby. About having a brother or sister, sharing names, what babies do and don't do, all the things that may change for a while and forever, and how mummy's time will be a bit more limited once baby arrives.
And as much as you think they understand you can't be entirely sure how they will react and feel until the baby is here.
Having done this before Ruby knew what was coming, but to little Eliza-Grace it was all new!
Well she followed Ruby's lead and we have been so impressed and amazed with how totally accepting and loving they have both been with Jude. They completely adore him! So much so that there is often a mini battle over who can hold him first and for how long. The little lad gets completely smothered!!
If he so much as whimpers they race to his Moses basket to put his dummy back in or to sing him twinkle twinkle little star. If all else fails I hear... 'mumma Jude wants boobie!!!' with so much urgency in their little voices because they can't bare him to be upset for even a second.
So so sweet! Oooo I love my little girls.
I think by third time around we have definitely learnt not to worry so much about doing everything 'right' and to go with our instincts. We are much more relaxed and trying to enjoy each day and not get bogged down by the boring stuff. Which is easier said than done somedays.
Jude is a little treasure, he's only been here for just over four weeks and we couldn't imagine life without him. He has been a model baby (so far) and we havent been loosing too much sleep...but frankly I think being the third they just have to fit in.......and he fits perfectly.
All that worrying about how things will change pales into insignificance because from the minute we met him we were hooked!!
I am so I love with my little man...I can't get over him, I couldn't imagine having a boy but now I couldn't imagine anything different. It's magic!
I'm not denying that there have been, and will be days when I want to pull my hair out. When everything gets on top of me and three little people, and a house to run just seems too much.
I know there will be many of those days and moments. But it's all totally worth it.
I'm a very lucky lady to have these three little beauties, and I tend to enjoy them...because it goes all too fast for my liking!
Stop growing up so quick munchkins!!! :)
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