The changing of the guard, er handbag
That was how Heather so perfectly described this stage of bringing baby home and finding your footing. It is, it's so beautiful and amazing and I am so in love. I feel like my heart is the growing and growing 3 sizes, busting out of my chest like the Grinch's. It still amazes me how your heart just grows and fills. You aren't splitting your love you are multiplying it.
Tomorrow is probably going to be more difficult than beautiful. We are trying to get back to life, to routine. I have spent the last week in PJ's. Most of it in my room. resting, nursing, napping, repeat. I'm physically feeling pretty good, I'm emotionally a little on edge*. Tomorrow we are going to venture out. My first trip alone with the girls (I love saying that). To take the big girl to class. Hopefully I will remember everything Hyacynth taught me in my babywearing lesson (I have a new ring sling!) and all will go smoothly. I'm actually prepared for and counting on at least one meltdown form one of the three of us, not leaving out the possibility it's me.
It's been a long time since I have had to make sure we've had "things" with us. As I emptied my purse and filled my diaper bag I got a little anxious. What did I need, what had we done? We have lost our spontaneity!
But you know what, these thighs?
Totally worth it!
So tomorrow we head out and we try to establish a new normal. It will be beautifully difficult, but I can't wait to try.
* Before you start shooting off the emails and phone calls, I am really doing fine, so far. My husband and I know my triggers and signs and we are so far managing the emotional onslaught of the hormone drop well. The Daily Hope has been amazing too, like a daily hug from a friend who gets it. Even if your not depressed, just a sometimes overwhelmed mom, you would be inspired and hopeful from reading it.