I was really nervous to come home from the hospital. I didn't know how I was going to handle both kids at once and give them both the attention they needed and deserved. Once I got home though I felt so relieved to be away from the hospital. Thanks to the excellent care of the staff it can be difficult to rest there. (And I mean that in a good way.) And home is just - well - HOME.
I was also a little (*a lot*) sad that my mom wouldn't be around to help me adjust, but thankfully Quinn's mom Karen stepped in. For about a week we played zone - she mostly took care of Nora while I cared for Tommy. I slowly tried to phase Karen out so I could get used to the kids on my own. I'll admit there were a few tears when Karen had to get back to her normal life, due in no small part to post-partum depression.
I've got the PPD under control now, thanks for asking. I talked with my doc, we made some adjustments, and things are looking up. And how could they not be with this wonderfully awesome family I have?
And taking care of both kids at once? Like so many other difficult things in life I figured out I could do it by just doing it! We go slow, take care of the most urgent need first, and try to enjoy our time together.
First ride in the car
Isn't he just the sweetest little dark-eyed boy?
He's a pretty good sleeper and lets us get some rest too.
Doesn't big sister Nora have the most gorgeous smile?
She's so proud of Tommy - she announces to complete strangers,
"I have a new baby brother!"
Snuggle time with my two wonderful babies!