don’t worry. one day soon i’ll return to taking pictures of things other than my children. but for now…
yesterday morning i checked the time and it was exactly 6:38am. lenna was a week old. so i kissed her head and did a little shudder as i remembered the…um…uncomfortableness??…of the week before and the gruff nurse who insisted upon calling me the wrong name while i was in the throes of labor. and i find it a bit humorous that in the midst of the pain i still had the presence of mind to keep correcting her.
our house is definitely louder and busier than it was with both elisha’s and asher’s births but life just seems so much more peaceful during this transition. trust me, there are still wailing babies and fussy toddlers and stubborn four year olds, but i think omar and i feel so much more relaxed this time around. we know what works for us. but to add to that, if “what works for us” starts not working with baby 3, then we’ll adjust.
i know i’ve mentioned sally clarkson‘s book the mission of motherhood several times but i’ve been rereading it and i’m struck over and over by her enjoyment of her children. i love my kids and am beyond thankful for them but i can all too easily get bogged down in cleaning up their messes or mediating arguments or correcting them when they slip up that purposefully enjoying them can often seem like an afterthought. i’ve been praying that the tiredness that comes along with a newborn doesn’t distract me from enjoying her and that the tiredness that comes along with having three kiddos doesn’t lead to shorter tempers and frustration.
thankfully, eight days in things are going quite well. i’m loving her smallness and dramatic cries and her amazing sleeping abilities.