March 6th 2013.
T2 is exactly one month old. T1 is one month shy of his 3rd birthday.
The first waking of the night happens around 2 am.
She eats again around 4.
And once more at 6.
I get up an hour later to pump.
While I’m pumping, T1 makes his entrance. With my exercise ball for some reason.
He jumps on the bed and throws the ball around. Which also happens to be where T2 is sleeping. I remember we used to tiptoe around T1 when he was sleeping, and I laugh about that now. Newborns can sleep through almost anything!
By the time I’m finished (technically before I’m finished) she’s awake and not happy about it. I take her downstairs and tuck her into the bouncer while I help T1.
He wants milk and a show. Those are his first requests every morning.
I head upstairs and he forgets about his show, following me and choosing to play on my ipad while I change T2.
She’s dressed, now it’s time to get him ready for preschool.
I get dressed, and collect T1′s things to get him dressed too.
Breakfast for him is cheese sticks and an open-faced peanut butter sandwhich on a roll leftover from one of the meals brought over by the women from church. Breakfast for me is a few eggs oever-easy.
He finishes off his breakfast as I load everyone into the car.
He loves preschool. (This face he was making is the result of a noise he heard down the hallway that startled him, haha).
When I get home T2 is still sleeping, so I make myself a batch of Mother’s Milk tea.
She’s a peach.
I feed her a bottle while balancing her on my legs and pumping at the same time.
Her weekly photo shoot is next.
After photos she’s still hungry so I top her off with what I just pumped.
We have some time before we have to go pick T1 up, so I answer some emails and such while she chills in the bouncer.
She’s not happy about being loaded back into the car, but she’s sleeping again by the time I pick up T2.
We get home, and both of them are crying at once. This is the hardest part of handling two young kids.
I change another diaper.
And then I feed her again while T1 plays on the ipad.
She’s happy again, so I put her in the swing and run around picking things up and getting the diapers in the washing machine.
I get into my workout clothes and scramble around downstairs, emptying the compost bin, cleaning up toys, etc.
T1 is unhappy and I realize we are past due for lunch!
I have a big salad and leftovers from the church-provided meals. He has leftovers as well. With ketchup of course.
I hear her fussing on the monitor and run upstairs to check on her. The clicking of my camera woke her up for a second, but she (thankfully) falls back asleep.
We finish eating.
Time for me to pump again.
I put on the Moby and take the kids for a walk. I try to push T1 in the stroller so he will fall asleep, but he insists on pushing the stroller himself.
Bathroom break when we get home. T1 is still working on going without any assistance whatsoever. That will be a dreamy day.
We water the plants. T1 can do this all by himself! It’s a great first chore.
I turn on another show for T1 and jump into the shower.
I move the cloth diapers from the washer to the dryer.
I grab an apple and pump again.
This is my entertainment while the pump sucks away at me.
He steals my apple and then abandons it on the floor. Oh well.
I change her diaper and put her into a sling.
We head into T1′s room and read some books together. This was his idea, and as someone who loved to read it makes me so happy to see him embracing reading.
The laundry buzzes and I add to the mountain that is growing on our bed. T1 finds the iPad and I blowdry my hair with T2 in the sling.
I sterilize bottle and pump parts and then she’s hungry again.
When she’s done eating, T1 asks for milk.
One of the women from church stops by with our last gifted meal. They were so good to us and it made such a huge difference to have food I could reheat quickly when T2 needed me so often. Things are better now (I’m writing this post 3 weeks later) and it’s getting easier to manage things every day. Plus I have my freezer meals!
Toward the end of dinner T1 goes into the bathroom and stays in there a long time. I go in to find this.
T2 wakes up and I change her diaper again.
I put T1 in the bath and play with baby feet as he paints with bubbles on the sliding glass doors.
We all go into T1′s room and get him ready for bed. Pajamas, two books, talk about our day, and go to bed.
Sometimes when we’re reading books he sits right next to me and reads along with me. Other times he races around the room and plays with his toys as we turn the pages.
After he’s in bed, I finish building my laundry mountain. T2 swings away while I work on breaking it down and putting everything away.
She gets a bath while I brush my teeth and change into my pajamas.
I snuggle her into her pajamas and then wrap her up in the miracle blanket. I leave one arm out because she fusses if she can’t get it to her mouth at will.
I feed her again and then tuck her in for the night.
My day ends with an episode of Breaking Bad on Netflix streaming. When T1 was this age I used this time to blog, but now I just want to collapse into bed and prepare to wake up in a few hours and do it all over again.