Two Weeks

It is so hard to believe that it's been two weeks since Abigail was born. It feels like time is going by so quickly, and yet it also feels as though she's been part of our family forever. Being pregnant and our labour and delivery experience is seeming more and more distant, and parts of it are taking on this fuzziness, where my memory of it is dimmed and made better. Like stitches! And tearing! I'm beginning to really miss being pregnant and to feel excited to do it all again in the future (hopefully! But not for a little while yet...) but I'm turning my sights to something even better - our sweet little pudgy princess, Abby.

I am happy to say that her days and nights seem to be corrected. We've had 4 nights in a row of no real wakeful periods at night, and while she usually sleeps noisily for 2-3 hours, crying occasionally, I'll take it over the 5-7 hours of wakeful period cutting into the night. Now that period is during the day, and life is different, having her awake, asleep, gassy, fussy, repeat 100 times, when we're not trying to sleep. Better, of course! But it presents its own challenges, like taking care of Elijah when Abigail is constantly demanding attention, or really getting anything done that doesn't involve holding her. I can't wait until she'll fit in the Ergo, so I can do stuff with my hands free more, but in the meantime, I just remind myself that this period does NOT last forever, and to not wish it away so quickly.

And wow, I'm starting to sound like a broken record, huh? All I seem to post about is sleep (or lack thereof...) how nursing is going and how Abigail has changed our lives, blah blah blah! It's all true, but often I don't realize that something I'm saying now I already said the other day. Sorry about that.

Here's something unrelated. We were cleaning up some papers around the computer, and I found a to-do list of things that we absolutely HAD TO get done before the baby came. It was funny to me, reading it and seeing how unimportant so many things were, and how many things actually got done versus what my nesting instinct was trying to accomplish.

So without further ado, here is the list, with whether or not I did it in brackets:

- get laundry done (nope)
- clear off stairs (yep, I figured it'd be important to have clutter-free stairs for all those times I'd want to go up and down them to help encourage labour along...HA!)
-Holly talk with "birth companions" (nope, or not really. I talked with Matt about what I wanted in labour, and Farrah as well, but no-one else who I had planned on having there. And that's okay, because none of them made it in time anyway!)
- hospital bag packed (NOPE, I just couldn't muster the energy to pack it, and by my due date I figured that if we went to the hospital, I'd have enough warning, and just throw it together when I was in labour.)
-upstairs fridge cleared out (nope, and it didn't matter. I thought we'd use it for drinks, etc, when everyone was here and I was labouring upstairs, which was where I was planning on delivering, but that fell through the cracks!)
-bathrooms cleaned (nope, they were done a week before I had Abigail, so not too shabby, but still.)
-rocking chair brought in from the house (nope, and it hasn't mattered, it's here now, and I haven't used it once to nurse.)

Maybe I just found the list amusing today because I only did 1 out of 7 things on the list! And none of it mattered in the end. It's funny what seems important to our nesting, pregnant minds, and what is important in reality. And it's funny how little we (usually...) actually need to give birth versus how much we prepare. With Elijah I brought SO much to the hospital, and used about 5% of it. And what did I forget? Clothes for Matt. That would've been useful, but no. I remembered slippers for me! and 3 pairs of socks! But nothing for my husband.

And speaking of Matt, I need to go. I promised I'd be ready for us to start our movie in a few minutes, and those few have already dragged out to 10. Oops!