I did it.
One whole week at home with two little girls who I'm responsible for. Today starts week 2. We have made it out the door for some outings. Little things. More so when Declan is home than anything else (hey, I need extra hands--I don't know how people do this alone yet).
blogged about regarding Emeline are starting to subside. Every day when I see the girls together it gets better, because I know what a gift Lucy is for Em, and vice versa. I'm so grateful that she is such a sweet big sister--that makes it so much easier. I also think my post-baby-hormones are settling down a bit and so there hasn't been much unnecessary tears from me. Aka: I'm not a blubbering mess anymore.
My outings last week alone with the kids were minimal. I think I probably only went out twice, once where I kept them strapped in the car (went to a drive-thru for lunch, fancy pants). The other, a "safe outing" to my parents house where I knew no one could get hit by a car or lost, and I could nurse simply whenever the little miss
We're doing what we can to keep life flowing as normal as possible for Eme. This week, we went to the park after dinner as a family. Daddy played hardcore with her, while I walked the baby around in a stroller and ooh'ed and ahh'ed at all the big girl stuff she could do. "Look MOMMY!!!" as she climbed things that I swear she shouldn't be able to climb and I got lumps in my throat.
Heck, we even managed to have dinner out as a family, at a restaurant (chili's), where we had a remotely peaceful meal. It was even topped off with a trip to Dairy Queen. See? We're doing it. We're doing this Parents of Two thing. Trying, anyway.
Declan and I are trying to be intentional about each getting some alone time, too. Time without kids, without each other, even--to do what we want for a few hours here and there, alone or with friends. Honestly? It's much needed for me when all week I've been in yoga pants, messy hair, adorned in spit-up, and talking about Dora the Explorer. An hour, even, of sanity-at my happy place (Target), makes all the difference.
So Friday night? For two+ hours, I walked around Target alone. Trying to find a few pieces of appropriate clothes that don't cling to my milk makers (I hate that part, seriously. I prefer my skinny barely-exist boobs). While that part wasn't fun, it was nice to just be at peace in my head, leave Declan with the babies (one was in bed), and feel semi-normal. I was feeling great until the lady at the checkout counter told me how tired I look, and I even put on makeup for the trip. I guess no amount of makeup can hide this kind of tired.
The next day I even got out to a friends baby shower--but this time I took the littlest lady in my life with me. It was nice to get dressed up and feel kind of pretty. After I lose 20lbs I'll probably feel better, but I'm taking that part a day at a time (and it deserves a whole 'nother post--in a few weeks).
Don't worry, Declan got his turn to go out, too. He finally went and saw Dark Knight, which he's been dying to see. Of course, before he left he made sure to have Emeline bathed and in bed for me (isn't he sweet?)--but of course, since Daddy was away and mommy was alone, it resulted in a Failed Bedtime. Isn't that always the case? So I got some late night snuggles with both (!!!) my girls. Still crazy typing that. Girls. I have two girls.
We even took both girls to Church for the first time on Sunday morning.
Last night Declan and I decided to wait to make a nice dinner until after Emeline was in bed. It was just one of those nights, we needed the sanity, and the togetherness---and a peaceful dinner. So we fed her something else for dinner, got her ready for bed, and THEN we made an awesome steak dinner. Even Lucy (who has preferred to be worn like 99.9% of the time) slept in the swing during our meal. We had a little at-home-date and it was nice.
We took a few minutes to be like, Whoa, we have two kids. How are we doing with it all? We're good like that, we try to keep in check with our feelings and life transitions--and how can we do better-type thing. But really, all in all--we decided that it's going well. This two kids thing. A slow start? Yes. But a good one.
Me & my fluffy pink robe and yoga pants wouldn't have it any other way.
This weeks little goal will be to use my real camera to capture some moments. I mean, thanks Instagram for catching these moments---but I must be better with my good camera.
Bring it on.