tomorrow...
...is a big day. Amber goes back to work, which means I'll have Lilah a few days a week. A five year old, a 19 month old, and a 3 month old. Jeez. I hope I'm sane. I'm excited, but a little nervous. Both of my kids were such easy babies. They ate good, they took regular and long naps, and they were just laid back. Lilah is a little high maintenance. She doesn't nap hardly at all, she fights her bottles like a wildcat. I swear it took me over an hour the other day to get her to take 3 ounces of a 4 ounce bottle. It's going to be rough at first. I'm not going to be able to pay 100% of my attention to her like Steven and Amber can. I have 2 other kids to take care of. And Ryan is still a baby in a lot of ways, he needs my attention a lot just to make sure he isn't getting into something he shouldn't be. Steven and Amber both too are still a little paranoid, all first time parents are for a while I think, and I'm wondering what they'll think the first time they call to check on her and she's crying. I can't imagine having to leave mine, so I don't know what Amber must be feeling even though it'll only be a few days a week.
I have laundry to fold. I have to quit dumping clean clothes in the playpen since Lilah will be napping in there. Can't fold my socks on top of the baby. But at least this will get my butt in gear to fold them up before I have like 4 loads piled up.
On an up note my mama tested negative for the cancer gene, which is awesome. None of us have to go be tested now. Her mastectomy is scheduled for this Friday at 6am. I know she's nervous and sad. It's like a mourning process. It will be late August or early September before she can have reconstruction. She's says she's treating it like a pregnancy, like that's when she'll deliver "the twins." We have a sick sense of humor. But that made me think of a baby shower which turned into a Bra Party! So come mid-October I'm throwing my mama the equivalent of a lingerie shower. Bras only. She thought it was a great idea. I think it'll be a good way to celebrate the end of a long journey. And her hair is coming back. I could see tiny little hairs on her head tonight under the lights above the bathroom vanity. I called them whiskers and made her laugh. I love her so much, it's insane. It's a long road, one I wish I could take for her but she wouldn't have that; but she's made it over the first big hill of chemo now it's on to the next one...
I have laundry to fold. I have to quit dumping clean clothes in the playpen since Lilah will be napping in there. Can't fold my socks on top of the baby. But at least this will get my butt in gear to fold them up before I have like 4 loads piled up.
On an up note my mama tested negative for the cancer gene, which is awesome. None of us have to go be tested now. Her mastectomy is scheduled for this Friday at 6am. I know she's nervous and sad. It's like a mourning process. It will be late August or early September before she can have reconstruction. She's says she's treating it like a pregnancy, like that's when she'll deliver "the twins." We have a sick sense of humor. But that made me think of a baby shower which turned into a Bra Party! So come mid-October I'm throwing my mama the equivalent of a lingerie shower. Bras only. She thought it was a great idea. I think it'll be a good way to celebrate the end of a long journey. And her hair is coming back. I could see tiny little hairs on her head tonight under the lights above the bathroom vanity. I called them whiskers and made her laugh. I love her so much, it's insane. It's a long road, one I wish I could take for her but she wouldn't have that; but she's made it over the first big hill of chemo now it's on to the next one...