I tell you something – two kids are a breeze, like they practically rare themselves don’t they? Add one more to the equation and it’s a whole different world altogether.
She’s twelve weeks old now, and I still don’t have my shit together.
If I’m honest, my favourite time of the day is when daddy rings to let me know he’s on his way home. Hallelujah! I don’t run around giving the place a once over, I leave it as is, so when he strolls through the door he knows what kind of day it has been. He normally has a peek at the babog and if she’s in the same clothes as the night before, it hasn’t been a great day. He has learnt never to ask what’s for dinner. Although I’m making dinner at least four to five days a week now compared to last month when we lived on basic’s like soup, beans, eggs and waffles (dead serious btw).
There’s no going outside, it’s too cold anyways – that is my other excuse. Kadie has no routine. She feeds on demand, one ounce here, two ounces there, then a full six ounces. You would think by my third I’d have it to a T. The school run is still a nightmare, she basically screams the whole way home, hence why we drive everywhere.
She doesn’t sleep through the night, and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Pending my tiredness, I love the time I have with her at night, sometimes it can be the only time I get some one-on-one time with her without the one-year old trying to get a jockey back.
She loves her soother or sucking her fists and she loves a little rock to sleep. She prefers her moses basket to our bed. I love co-sleeping but she sleeps so much better in her own space. She’s not crazy about tummy time at all but I follow through and give her a few minutes here and there. I’m pretty sure she thinks Ed Sheeran is her Da, she smiles and stretches out in excitement as soon as she hears his voice. He sings her to sleep on bad days, he’s cool like that.
She will smile and laugh at anything. She follows the angels. She loves all the attention, it took me weeks to capture her smile on the camera, and now she gurgles if you walk by. She’s a full time cloth nappy wearer and for a third child she’s the best dressed kid in the house. I can’t help but buy all the pretty clothes I see. I’m not a dress person at all and I’m not a fan of pink either so most of her clothes are unisex. She’s been mistaken for a boy loads of times, I just laugh it off now at this stage. Gobshites.
I didn’t get as much skin to skin as I’d have liked too, although I did breastfeed for the first time, so I like to think I compensated with that. The age gap between kids at this age is tough stuff. Frankie can be very needy, all kids are but he’s a different kettle of fish altogether.
He’s a disaster waiting to happen. He’s clumsy like me, a monkey like his dad and loud like his big sister. He does adore his little sis though. He’ll creep over and whip her soother from her, pop it in his mouth and walk away. He will run to her aid if she lets off a little cry and shove the nipple off her bottle up her nose, in her ear or drink it, completely depends on his humour. He’ll
try smoother her dive into her swing with her for a cuddle and he’ll drag her moses across the bedroom floor to use it as a step-ladder up onto the bed (with her in it). He’ll also push her off the playmat so he can play with the hanging toys.
Kayla, god bless her is my little servant, ‘get this’, ‘get that’, ‘you can have a treat’ and ‘go on I’ll time yeah’. She’s a little saint I tell you. She has grown up so much and is the best big sister anyone could ask for, except for that day she was playing Humpty Dumpty with the Kadie, that wasn’t good.
I’m constantly multitasking, but that’s me. I eat breakfast for lunch and lunch for dinner and survive on litres of coffee. I make the kids some lunch then when it’s time to make my own I settle with a microwaved coffee because baby will look for a bottle again but sure that’s life.
I cannot believe she is twelve weeks already, they really flew by. I wish I could bottle up all her magical moments. It’s hard knowing she may be our last so I cherish every minute I have with her. Before I know it she’ll be sitting up, crawling and walking. Sniff.