Wow, has it really been 4 weeks since Norah was born? That’s not possible is it?! Ok, so it’s correct. How did that happen?
This little girl is just amazing. I’m still amazed that she’s here and that she’s all mine! I pinch myself sometimes.
She’s alert for longer periods during the day now and I love watching her look around. She fixates on this picture of me and Josh that I have hanging above the couch. She is such a good baby. She doesn’t cry all that much, but when she does… watch out. It will distort your eardrums.
These past few weeks have just flown by. There’s so much going that I still can’t figure out what day it is half the time. I’m telling you what, going from 1 kid, to 2 kids is harder than I thought. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. There are days when I question if I spent enough time with Evan, did he feel left out, did I hug and kiss him enough. Most of the time I feel like I’m telling him “not right now, Buddy, I’m feeding/holding/consoling/changing Norah.” And I feel like a horrible mom when I think about how many times he’s watched Toy Story or Monsters Inc. in a day, but you know what… whatever.
He’s a great big brother though. He’s so good with her. He wants to kiss her and hold her and pick her up (YIKES!). It’s just precious. He’s so proud of her. He gets excited when she wakes up from her nap. He says “she yaked up!”
But yeah, it’s physically exhausting as well. Although you wouldn’t know that by looking at my clock as it says 2 am (WHAT am I doing?!). It really is a juggling act. I had someone tell me that Norah has made me so quiet and chill. I told her that I’m just a zombie operating on auto-pilot. So not to confuse chill with tired and distracted.
Anyway, after moving the day before Norah’s birthday, I never had time to get this house in in semblance of order before her arrival. Josh did what he could the week after while we were staying with my parents, but there was still a lot to get done. There still is. Her closet is full of boxes that are still unopened and honestly, I don’t know what to do with them.
And there are boxes and other random things around the house that were set down when they were unloaded, and haven’t moved.
Everyday I say “today’s the day I’m going to _________”. But that never happens because I end up holding Norah all day, or cleaning up some mess that Evan’s made. Or how about constantly feeding Norah. It’s amazing I get a meal in. Or even get dressed for the day. Half the time I don’t, actually.
Although I did manage to get some of Norah’s pictures framed and hanging on her wall today.
But when it seems like EVERYTHING is going to hell in a handbasket, and i don’t feel like I’m doing anything right… I look at this face…
And this face…
And, as a friend of mine said, I give myself a mental slap in the face and tell myself that the dishes/laundry/vacuuming can all wait until tomorrow. Unless I tell myself the same thing then! HAHA!
