Cole is home. Chet is in charge of our schedule. And I’m attempting to write a blog post from my iPhone (wish me luck).
Cole got home last night around 8:30pm. I had hoped his brother would have a full belly when he got home so we could try to preserve some of our bedtime routine. Chet was done eating around 8:15. Cole got home. Chet wanted to eat again and again and again. After his first feeding, Chet went back for seconds, thirds, and forths. Between 8 and 10 pm, we had 4 rounds of feedings.
Somewhere in between, Cole got tucked into bed. Chet final passed out in a milk coma. I feel asleep on the couch. The next thing I knew, it was 3am and Chet was ready to eat again. You read that right. I got 4+ hours of sleep in one sleeping session. I know it was a fluke, but it felt great.
Chet woke back up at 6:30 to eat. Christian woke Cole up at 7am. They headed to the bus stop at 7:30am. Chet ate again at 8:30. Mom and baby napped until 10:30. Chet ate. He ate again at 12:30.
And then Christian and I ventured out of the house with baby for the first time. Target was calling. I desperately need nursing bras that fit. We needed wipes, breast pads, lanolin ointment and dog bones!
Cole got off the bus at 2:45. Chet ate again. We had Tijuana flats for dinner. And now I’m waiting to start this all over again……
…..life with a newborn and and a 7 year old.
I just hope I’m not doomed tonight since Chet slept so good last night. I already feel like I need another nap!