So my dreams of writing all the stories from labor and my daughter's hospital stay are fading. They've been prohibiting me from writing anything at all here, so I think I'll shelve them for a while and get back to writing something. She'll be eighteen before I know it, so I better get what I can on the books now and worry about the history later, eh?
I had forgotten how exhausting it is to get no sleep with a new baby! Man. After three-and-a-half months of getting up at least twice every night, I'm finally kind of getting used to it. As long as my caffeine balance is right and happens very early in the day, I can function fairly normally.
Which is great as I'm back to work again too. I've been back for a month now, and am finally used to getting myself and the kiddos ready in the morning. My brain is slowly turning from mush to something I can think with during the day.
It's been a busy week at our house. My dad went into the hospital last Sunday with chest pains, which turned out to be a heart attack. Three days later my daughter had surgery again, this time to repair her humongous belly-button hernia. All is well - my dad is doing great, as is my daughter. All the same, I prefer weeks in which I don't have to juggle which hospital I'm going to!
More soon - the Little Man's birthday is this week, after all! Three years old - gads!
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