the last of the blooms from congratulatory bouquets
You would think that typing one-handed whilst breastfeeding is a little like riding a bike; once learned, the skill is yours for life. I'm here to tell you that that's not entirely true.
As our restful babymoon reaches its inevitable end, I'm still conscious of the fact that for the next few months we will take it one day at a time through the fourth trimester. Sure, it may be the language of the more alternative birthing folk but as far as I'm concerned, the fourth trimester is very real - for both mother and baby. I'm honouring the fact that my body is still soft and tender from relaxin; the weariness of life with a newborn requires a certain amount of patience and self-care. Percy sleeps next to me at night, spends hours in my arms everyday and when left unswaddled, is still curled tightly like in utero. He's still so fresh and new, not yet ready to travel far from my arms.
Whilst I may be able to string a sentence together and I did get the dishes done after dinner last night (small yet worthy accomplishments) I am still very much floating about in the post-birth haze. But floating and life with three children isn't always a good match and I'm well aware of the fact that a new normal is just around the corner. I'm tentatively stepping into it knowing that it's a slightly different reality to the one I envisioned and prepared for during pregnancy. You see, the week I went into early labour coincided with Daniel starting a new job (we could only laugh at the timing). This new job brings with it such fabulous opportunities for Daniel and our family but I'm also aware of how long the days will be without him here. Thankfully, it's only three days a week but like any new routine, it will take us all a while to adjust.
My fears about life with three children have, thankfully, subsided. I'm here now, in the thick of the juggle, with a newborn resting on my shoulder, a snotty three-year-old doing pirouettes in front of me and a seven-year-old asking me questions about how I produce milk. I can't see the couch for the pile of washing that is waiting to be folded and I have no idea how it got to be Friday afternoon so quickly.
Yes it's busy but it's also everything I have ever wanted.