Once a month seems to have become routine on this blog... wish I could say I'll write more often but given current circumstances I know better.
I'm currently typing one-handed while cradling the newest addition to our family. Her name henceforth will be Turkey. I've been calling her that since day 2; the name just seems to fit. Eventually she'll fatten up but for now she's definitely a little bird. Whereas Ladybug came out pudgy and round, Turkey came out skinny and long. She's cute in her own way, and she shows a sweet side occasionally, but so far she seems to be a more serious child than Ladybug. She frequently wrinkles her brow and furrows her eyebrows, and I can't help but wonder if she's regretting her decision to arrive early. I'll write her birth story eventually; hers is a bit more exciting than Ladybug's!
A few thoughts on life as it stands right now. I was asked by the ladies in the county clerk's office how I did it; my reply was "I don't know, all we do is eat and change diapers, and Mom doesn't sleep much. I hope to figure it out soon!" If I get one sink full of dishes done or one load of laundry put away, it's a big deal. It's rough. We've reached the point of monotony, where every day blends into the next, with moments of pure chaos helping me stay awake. Don't get me wrong; I love both my girls dearly and wouldn't trade either of them for anything, but being the mom of two under one who aren't twins is dadgum hard! I know my hormones have played a part in my reactions, but it has been very hard to not get snippy with those who have said "just be glad it's not..." Twins would have their easier side; at least I wouldn't have one trying to dive off the couch or eat paper while I try to nurse the other. Three age three and under is possible, if not likely, for us. If I had one walking at least it'd be easier to get to the car and store & I wouldn't be carrying both of them. Every situation has its difficulties; playing the "it could be worse" card really doesn't help.
On a positive note, Be Still and Know just played on Pandora, and one verse really stood out. Turkey won't sleep at night unless I'm holding her. Even the swing doesn't work. But I pick her up and lay her on my chest, and her world is suddenly made right. Really gives a meaningful picture to the following verse.
Be still and know that He is God.
Be still and know He is our Father.
Come rest your head upon His breast
Listen to the rhythm of His unfailing heart of love
Beating for His little ones
Calling each of us to come be still.