We're sitting around waiting for the hearing test people, which is killing me because my other baby is at home and hasn't seen me in days (okay, maybe not DAYS) and I MISS HIM. He's been shuffled through various family members since Sunday and I can't believe he's not sort of annoyed by that. Or wondering what's going on, at the very least. My parents brought him to the hospital yesterday morning and he was not particularly impressed by the new baby. He wasn't too interested in me either. But if my MOM was holding Molly then THAT WAS NOT ACCEPTABLE. He's such a Grandma's boy.
So we're sitting here wondering what it's going to be like when we get home. Jack will actually be napping, I hope, by the time we get there (although I wanted so badly to get home this morning. STUPID HEARING TEST.) And then what? I'm doing the Every Two Hours thing so it's not like I'm going to be much fun for Jack. (OH WAIT! THEY'RE HERE! YIPPEE!) Way back when Jack was being a horrible no good napper I was super worried about how in the world I was going to manage two babies. Now I can say that Jack is on an awesome schedule and going to bed and taking his naps like a Sleep Rock Star, so I'm a little more hopeful. I know not to expect him to be business as usual, but I do feel better having him on a more consistent schedule for the last couple months. So there's that, right?
Last night was hard and I know both of us were thinking: crying baby, both of us up all night, is Jack going to wake up too, we're going to be so tired the next day, HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS? But I know that they do. And we will too. And it will be okay.
Poor Molly- all we've done since her birth is compare her to Jack. The curse of not being first, I guess. But I can say that she excels in some areas. For one thing, she is WAY CUTER. Jack is my darling boy and is, as you know, the handsomest boy on Earth, but he did not start out that way. At six pounds he was a scrawny old man-looking thing with velociraptor fingers and icky peeling skin. Molly is more than a pound heavier and MY that makes a difference. There's some actual pudge in those cheeks and I think she is ADORABLE. Also! I've decided that being more than a pound heavier has made a huge difference in breastfeeding as well. Imagine my utter shock at attempting to feed a baby who knows what to DO! I don't think Jack figured out the suck/swallow thing till he was two weeks old, at best. (Two weeks I do not care to repeat. Ever. Ugh.) While I can't say that I am enjoying the feeding thing this time around (OWWWWW) it's a frillion times easier, a gazillion times less stressful, a bajillion times better. Of course, a lot of that has to do with the fact that I have done this before. Not well, mind you, but it's SOME experience and that helps. Like, I know how to HOLD THE BABY.
On the other hand, she's done a bit more crying than Jack did in his first couple of days, so, BOO.
I am super excited to dress her in her exceedingly girly going home outfit, strap her into the carseat and get out of this joint. We've had an excellent experience (more on that later, although I will say GOD BLESS THE EPIDURAL) and it's been nice to just kind of hibernate with Molly for a bit, but we're ready to go home and start Life With Two Babies.
*Note!* There would be pictures attached to this post if it weren't for the fact that I am typing on Phillip's MacBook and I am Apple Stupid and have no idea where to find the new pictures. And I am suspecting he hasn't uploaded them anyway. Like he has anything better to do. Harrumph.