Hello again from the trenches!
Over the past few months, I have gotten to go to the doctor (my doctor) with my newborn in tow.
In fact, I have seen
one two three four doctors with junior: three specialists (one of which was my OB) and my good ol’ regular doctor. Mind you, before having three kids, I didn’t normally go to the doctor. Or bring a kid with me for that matter. However, as part of my hazing for being a mom of three with no family nearby (read: no free/emergency babysitting), I was blessed with needing to go to the doctor many times with a newborn. Here is a rundown of the two most memorable ones:
Baby #3 is finally here (Yay!). The sleepless, drugged day-into-night time warp feeling has begun as has the overwhelming joy in having a new addition to the family (and to finally getting to enjoy chocolate and decaf coffee without heartburn again – hooray!).
Being our third time around the newborn baby block, I find myself thinking about how this time is different from all other times. So, before the fog of the newborn period lifts, I figured I’d write a post, one-handed, about how our third time on the newborn merry-go-round has been different than our first or second one.
Bath time. It’s fun. It’s messy. Some kids love it. And some kids really (really) hate it. I like bath time, but I also find it challenging when there are a bunch of little ones around.
My mother in law was visiting to help out while my husband had an especially busy workweek.
On the first day she was here, she said “So what time do we need to leave to pick up the girls from school today?”
It would seem like there is a very simple answer to this question, like 12:15. But that’s not the case.