As of 2 weeks ago, we now have 3 kids.
Last night was a typical example of our new life with a 4-year old who still has occasional accidents in his sleep, an overly dramatic 2-year old still working on her molars, and a newborn who is… well, a newborn.
Between 7:30-8:45: 2-year old daughter (who is experiencing a “transition period” — to put it mildly) cries on and off for Mama. No amount of snuggling and/or song-singing will suffice during this time.
9:00: Newborn son projectile poops mid-diaper change. Poop is all over Mommy and changing table. Simultaneous to this, he pees straight upward, then angles back to drench his face, hair, and the other end of the changing table. Mommy and baby get clean clothes.
9:30: Post-feeding, newborn son pukes everywhere. Clean clothes again.
11:00: 2-year old daughter falls out of bed. She does not calm down for 30 minutes.
12:00: 4-year old son awakes from nightmare and pee accident.
12:30: newborn son awakes for midnight feeding.
4:00: 2-year old daughter is awake crying with molar pain.
4:30: newborn son is awake for another feeding.
Daddy very kindly takes over morning duties at 6 am so Mommy can sleep in a bit. While this is much appreciated, it also results in Mommy waking up to two wet circles on her shirt at 7:30 am. Good times.