From the Homefront

So we came home on Friday, and on Saturday I started working on a post about being home, doing well, adjusting, etc. But if Saturday was a step forward, yesterday was a couple of significant steps back. I woke up having some new pain, which grew to the point of heading to the Urgent Care. I came home with an antibiotic and a follow-up appointment. So the bad news is that I've had a hard time, physically, this time around. But there's quite a bit of good news.

All of the grandparents that have been in our house for the past week have been so tremendously helpful. My kids have been fed, bathed, dressed, and entertained while I am focused on feeding the baby and trying to feel better.

The best news is that Luke is perfect. There is nothing better than a newborn asleep on your chest. He is such sweetness in a cute little bundle. I love snuggling with him, staring at him, and imagining what he'll be like when he's older. That's the best part about newborns.

Katy and David are doing well with Luke. Katy is absolutely enamored with him, asking to hold him constantly throughout the day and "help" me with various baby-related tasks. David, on the other hand, doesn't seem to notice the new addition to the family. He goes about his business and doesn't really respond to Luke unless you say something like, "Where's your baby brother?" But I'm glad that he isn't overly jealous or frustrated, at least not yet.

My sentiments exactly, buddy

Another relief is that nursing is going well. Luke decided to follow in Katy's footsteps and not latch on for the first 24 hours. His blood sugar was low so they had to give him 2 bottles of formula. I was starting to get nervous, not sure that I'd be able to handle pumping for a third child. But finally he started to figure it out, and now we seem to have a good pattern established.

To demonstrate the magnitude of the cheeks

And of course, there's the lack-of-sleep factor. The first two nights we were home, we couldn't get Luke to sleep in the bassinet, so we took turns dozing in the recliner with him on our chest. But last night, he did two 3 hour stretches in the bassinet, which felt like heaven. I'm trying not to get my hopes up that I can expect this as a new pattern. But it's a good step in the right direction.

So this week I hope to get together a birth story, as well as sibling comparison photos. My mom is here, Katy's taking swimming lessons, I have a birthday and a couple of doctor appointments. It should be a good week, and I'm optimistic that I'll be feeling better soon. That would be fantastic.