Is this real life?

Y’all!  Gather ’round while I tell you a story.  It’s a story so great it’s almost unbelievable.  I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t experience it personally. 

My newborn just slept for 5 hours straight.
Five hours and 11 minutes to be exact. 
That’s like 1/4 of the lifespan of a mayfly. A non-stop flight to LAX.  A marathon finish with time for water and bananas and bathroom breaks**.  Enough time to consume, then crash, after an energy drink. 
Five entire hours. 
I’m like a new person here!  
It’s like he thought, “Three weeks ago, this mom lady got poked in her spine 15 times and sliced and diced for me, so I’ll let her get a few hours of sleep tonight.”
Sweet, baby boy. Sweet.  You are worth every second of sleep deprivation and then some.  Seriously!

** (I’m not down with peeing my self on purpose!)

Lather, rinse, repeat.

That’s my day. 

Days, rather. 
I’m not really complaining, because I know these days are fleeting and one day I will pine for the days of cereal and milk covered hair, strewn goldfish and constant mimicking. 
I know I am blessed beyond belief, I promise!  
But it is a lot of the same, day in, day out. More of the same, and then some more. 
So you think I’d be prepared to watch the same video 679 times in a row. Especially when it’s cute, and Bree loves it. 

And this is crazy…

Holy carp.  I survived my first week alone as a SAHM to two. 

It was both easier and harder than I ever thought it could or would be. 
Bree is a big helper. Cleaning, vacuuming, changing brother.  She also lets me know if I’m spending too much time with him.  Rather, she’ll let him know with an attempted smack. 
Oy. 
It’s a balancing act for sure.  I’ve made sure to spend lots of special cuddle time with her, but it’s so hard. 
She’s been throwing more tantrums than usual. She’s also almost two, so it makes sense developmentally. 
Tandem nursing is weird. I think it’s been our biggest source of jealousy thus far.  I know it’s best for her, but honestly I’m not sure if I would do it again. Yet. That may change.  I hope it will. 
Little Man is awesome. Good sleeper, got eater. Maker of the best grumpy old man faces ever.  He loves being worn.  He’s just an all around cool dude. 
I feel badly he’s not getting all the snuggles and attention she did as a baby, but I guess most seconds don’t. 
I’m just excited for Pete to be home this weekend. I’m tired.  
Happy, too. 

D-Day…I mean B-Day!

Looks like my comfy little boy isn’t going to allow me to attempt my VBAC or even a TOLAC after all. 

We’re scheduled for a repeat c-section tomorrow morning. I’ve made peace with  it, and at this point I’m just ready to meet this little man who will complete our family!
I’m excited to see Bree become a big sister.  She is the center of my whole world, and I can’t imagine how our dynamic will change. I just know she is such a silly and loving girl, and she will make an awesome big sister!
I’m excited to watch my husband fall in love with his son.  I’m excited to fall in love with my husband all over again watching him parent our children. 
I’m excited to smell the new baby smell and hear the newborn cry.  To snuggle with my big girl and new little man.  To learn all about him and his likes and dislikes. To become an even better mama to a little creature who depends on me. 
Life is good.