I’ve had a couple people ask me why I haven’t blogged since Benedict has been born or how life has changed.
I’m flattered I’ve been missed and thought I’d update on my current state in motherhood…
My nipples are raw. And bleeding. And possibly about to fall off.
I smell like breastmilk, my hair is greasy and I haven’t showered in 3 days.
I spent some serious quality time with my recently purchased sitz bath. (If you don’t know what that is, count your lucky stars. I assure you it’s no spa trip.)
I’m waking every two hours to feed a baby or to change my drenched with sweat pajamas. (Another beautiful side effect of hormones going back to normal post partum.). After that, I lay in bed unable to fall back asleep without elbowing ku’ualoha to stop dreaming, I mean snoring, so loudly next to me.
I’m knee deep in shitty diapers and I may have been shot in the mouth last week with pee.
There’s also been an addition of laundry to my workload. It’s amazing how one tiny person weighing less than 10 pounds can make so much of a mess.
I’m still doing preschool runs but now with three kids, rain or shine. I have to lug them out of the car, walk a quarter of a mile to the door, deal with the middle kid rolling on the sidewalk tantruming in front of God and everyone or carelessly hauling ass into the middle of the street all while baby wearing. I’m ready to risk a ticket and leave said middle kid in the car… With the keys in the ignition… And maybe the engine running.
My hair is 70% dyed brown. 25% natural silverish gray and 5% yesterday’s peanut butter and jelly.
I spend a lot of time trying on clothes to find something, anything, that doesn’t look terrible. The in between stage of maternity clothes and regular is a rough road so yoga pants it is, again.
Aside from the elegance listed above, I’ve been snuggling and cuddling with a tasty sack of sugar that I absolutely adore. While I may not look my best, our house is filled with so much love and energy. He’s simply the cutest and loveliest little gift in all our lives. I may be ready to pull my hair out, living off coffee, tired as hell and smell like funky cheese but I know this phase will pass and I’ll look back and think “Damn, that went by too fast.” It’s really a sick little game we moms play with ourselves. Well, off I go. It’s feeding time at my zoo.
Benedict Francis was born April 13, 2015 weighing 8.5 lbs. He is the third boy added to this crazy brood and already fits right in.