Stellan is a week old today. Crazy how this week flew when the last week of my pregnancy was a decade long. I’m loving having a newborn again. It never gets old, ever.
Stellan had several nights of screaming in the hospital, then one night of perfect nursing and sleeping and nursing and sleeping and since then…. We’ve had night after night of screaming. I’m running on minimal sleep but – I don’t even care. These are the best days, hands down.
Tomorrow Blaine goes back to work. Mom made an impromptu trip to Missouri from South Dakota, so I’m not alone just yet. She has the laundry completely caught up and the dishes have been taken over, much to Liberty’s thrill. Mom’ll be here until Saturday so the real rodeo begins Monday, when Blaine’s at work and we’re back to school.
The kids are thrilled with their new brother. Elliot wants to sit with us every chance she gets, there are always multiple sets of willing arms to hold him, and Stellan receives more kisses every day than he’d like, I think.
Every so often, I have a little moment of thrill. I’m not pregnant anymore! And… I have eight children. Blaine took Liberty and Eden to co-op… And still, I had six children at home. Craziness. Pure, awesome, incredible, chaotic craziness.