This weekend, we welcome Stella. On her own schedule, she came into our lives quick, as the nurse assured us third babies tend to do – dragging their heels until the last second, and born in minutes. Enamored with her tiny face, and tiny everything, there are certain things you forget when it’s been a while since you had a newborn at home.
Three days new – she slept for a solid four hours last night. Refreshed at the four o’clock wake up call, and deciding she was going to sleep nowhere but on me, I tried a few more times before giving up, and it brought us right to the time when the alarm clock to wake up Olivia for school and for a doctor’s appointment we had that morning, went off.
Jamie got the girls ready for school, and brought them along to Olivia’s doctor’s appointment, leaving Stella and I to sleep for couple more hours. Waking frantically, and in a haze, I awoke to a silent house and made a note to clear some of the clutter from the master bathroom on the way downstairs before it hit me – Did he take Violet with him?
Of course he took Violet with him.
In the newborn fog though – I wondered for a moment and sent him a text message, asking him if he brought Violet along to school with Olivia. Ever full of sarcasm and hilarity, he texted me, “No!? Where is she!?” quickly followed up by a photo of Violet so happily taking part in some kind of dancing demonstration going on at the school the morning.
Half-asleep, I grabbed a trash bag and cleared the water bottles, the q-tips, the random things from the counter of the master bath and made a note to buy a bigger trash can for up there, as I made a few more notes of things to do before Stella awoke.
You forget what it’s like, those first few days, those first few weeks, where you’re literally walking around in a haze. I like to think it’s because you’re stuck, taking in every spare waking moment you have staring at that new little face that seems to change every time she wakes up from a nap.
It turns out, the doctor’s appointment was tomorrow – so I’m sure we’re missing something today. The piles of laundry needing to be washed downstairs, and put away, upstairs, are going to have to wait until the fog lifts. We’ll have to find something to make-do for Violet’s yoga class today, and both of the girls boots are too small. Checking the weather on my phone, it looks like we’ve got until at least Friday before a couple new pairs of Sorel boots are really needed. We may be in the thick of it, but we’re enjoying every moment.
This week, I’m thankful for the time Jamie will be spending at home, as we navigate the fog, together, again – a full week, despite the couple of days I assumed would be just fine for him to head back to work. You get through it, and the next time you get baby fever, you can bet the ‘newborn fog’ makes the list of the things you forget about until it’s a reality.