Happy Month Day, Robin, the big number 1!
One month. She's awake more now, but I still don't really feel like I know who she is yet. Other than the fact that she's a total mommy's girl. Raccoon loved daddy from the moment he was born. Daddy meant fun and action! Robin seems more overwhelmed by everything and she likes to just chill upstairs with mommy. Evenings are hard, I'm not going to lie. My husband shuts off at about 8 pm since he's up early and Raccoon is still going strong until 11 pm. I'm a night person so evenings were our special time, but now that Robin is here, it's more complicated. She wants to nurse and doze for a few hours before she settles down to sleep, also around 11 pm. Juggling both of them is impossible at the moment, especially since Raccoon is sick and we're trying to keep Robin from catching it.
Sorry, Robin, not exactly the cheery one month post I meant to write this morning. Enough said. As I read on a blog called A Quiet Week in the House, "My legacy to (my son) will not be an interminable online ode on how hard it is to raise him." There are plenty of moments to celebrate as well, and I am grateful for all of my children.
So in honor of Robin surviving one month with her crazy new family:
and really, Raccoon is a very good big brother. When I said he couldn't touch her for three days since he's sick and has germs, he said, "But mommy, I love her!"