So I’m pondering out loud to one of my girlfriends the other day as to my lack of posts and writing as of late. She states “why don’t you just write about your life now? Poopy diapers and all!”
To be quite frank I don’t like even thinking about dirty diapers much less writing about them. Somehow I don’t think that was her exact point.
I’m trying really hard to get into the swing of mixing business with baby. It’s not like it’s my first time but after spending the past few years not at home it’s still difficult. Even as I “speak” I have Michelle cuddled on my lap and I just settled Megan down with some Playdough.
There are days that I sorely miss more interaction with other adults, social networks and phone just aren’t the same. I’m working on scheduling at least one day out of the house working on business affairs, and another day for errands as trying to get a small baby, a five year old and myself out of the house by myself is difficult. I’m still struggling with lack of sleep, insomnia, health issues and balancing what I want to get accomplished and what I can get accomplished.
When Bill was also working from home it wasn’t as bad, there was another adult here and it was easier to pass the baby and home duties back and forth. Now I find myself staring at a mountain of laundry as opposed to a mountain of advertiser make-goods.
The reward of listening to Megan “reading” to her dolls, finding playdough in places where playdough is forbidden, and having her help me “organize” my shoes so she can have a new pair to play dress up in is a blessing. Random hugs in the middle of the day and that sweaty smell that kids get from playing outside in the summer. The sweet sighs that Michelle makes when she’s snoozing in my arms, the grins I recieve when I tickle her forehead with my hair, and the joy that I get from how she gazes at me is fantasic. Getting to spend some quality time with my girls is something I always wanted to do.
It’s possible to have almost everything at once, you just may not have all the plates equally balanced. At the end of the day you’ll know which ones are more important though. In as much as I miss the adrenalin rush of negioating buys and helping clients on a full time basis, it’s not nearly as much as I would miss the rewards of being with my girls. I still get to help people with their businesses, splash in the media pool, and model, but I also get to wear the Motherhood badge of baby spit-up and homemade artwork on the fridge.
I’m laying in bed the other day (something I’ve been doing alot of lately thanks to health issues) and a feeling of contentment washes over me. I’ve been getting that feeling quite often as of late. True we’re not having the easiest of times… we are sleep deprived, seriously financially strained, trying to run multiple businesses while taking care of a newborn, and the list goes on. Even with all of that nuttyness I am so blessed and happy.
Michelle, Jack and I
It took me ten days to get around to posting this… amongst everything else I will attempt not to be so remiss in the future.
Michelle aka Elle
Mommy and Daddy greeting the newest family member
Michelle made her way into the world on May 20th. Way too early, but thanks to modern medicine she had been given the thumbs up to show up by the OB Specialists. Weighing in at under 7lbs, with no eye lashes and next to non-existant fingernails. Redish tinted hair, dark eyes and thin limbs.
Auntie Lila
Thankfully I wasn’t as drugged out of my mind for her birth as I had been for Megan’s. The third dose on the epidural they gave me ended up going straight to my legs and I actually felt pain during the very last part of the labor, which sucked. My wonderful husband was by my side the whole time, and I only snapped at him once when his cell phone went off in the middle of a bad contraction when they were putting my legs into the striups. One of my best friends Lila was there as an extra set of hands and support. They were both fantastic and it was so special to me to have two of the people who are closest to me when she was born.
Mimi (my Mom)
Big Sister Megan
The lack of chaos and better control on the labor drugs lead to a much better experience. Bill did as promised and didn’t get any embarassing pictures and never left my side. I really could not have done this whole pregnancy and birthing bit without him.
Gary aka Duck and Michelle having a conversation
Awhile after she was born we were okay with visitors and put out the word that she had finally arrived. Mom and Megan were the first to show up, followed by Derek (even though he didn’t get to meet Michelle as they had her back in the NICU still), and Gary aka Duck.
Holding Daddy’s wedding ring
Michelle and Mommy
We stayed at the hospital a little longer than normal as the doctors wanted to make sure that she was eating enough and breating alright. They were also keeping a close eye on me due to the Angio Edema, which decided to hit full force a few hours after delivery.
“wrapped around your finger”
Auntie Mandy
Megan was able to stay with us as much as she wanted, I think to her it was a really cool hotel suite. Complete with fun food on trays, eating dinner with Mommy in bed, cartoons, and nurses telling her how pretty she is. She was able to hold Michelle soon after they brought her back to the room from the NICU, and is a wonderful big sister.
Bill and his girls
Settling down at home has taken less time than we thought. We already were very well preped and afterall, this wasn’t our first time bringing a baby home. Both Bill and I are blissfully exhausted, very happy and in much need of more sleep.
You know that you are a geek and you are married to geek when:
Before the baby is even born she has her own personal folder with sub-folders on our personal server, and of course we’re already working on plans for her own website.
Just call her Geek Princess.
