* I'm still working on the birth story. I'm to the morning I got out of the hospital in the unabridged version I am writing for myself, so soon.
* Will has had, since he's been born, massive gas and blackish green poops caused by too much foremilk and not enough hindmilk combined with bloody nipples (mine, not his), and a really bad cold courtesy of his big sister. Our pediatrician is going to think I have Munchausen's syndrome by proxy since we've called them after-hours twice and gone in three times (twice for routine appointments, but still, the kid's only 15 days old today). And now it looks like he might have picked up the stomach bug Maggie's been dealing with. I swear we do wash our hands a lot and use Purell and everything....
* I was enormously impressed with how well I was coping with two kids. Then Paul went back to work Monday. And I spent much of the day weeping. The babymoon is over now, and I never get to do this again, and I'm surprised at how much I hate the idea of this being my last baby. Plus, here's what happened Monday: Little sleep, because of Will's cold; Maggie developed some stomach bug and puked on the floor; Will was cranky and would not let me put him down one time all day long; and I had both of them crying hard at one point. Had to hold Will on one shoulder while I hugged Maggie with the other arm. I never got lunch or five minutes to pee all day long. Today, to complicate matters, was a snow day for Maggie's school and I have been up with Will since 5:30 am. Turns out Paul's work was also closed for the day and he is home, and he is already working half-weeks this week and next. So thank God, but also Holy CRAP are things going to go to hell in a handbasket week after next. And I was actually feeling pretty up for the challenge of both kids home today. We even had a tea party, which was as cute as one would expect.
* Except for the fact I can't seem to keep him potentially life-threatening-germ-free, Will is a wonderful baby. He's cute, very alert, almost never cries and always has a good reason when he does, and seems to like me already. We're so lucky. If he could just stay not sick for more than a day I'd be over the moon. He's got big round, dark gray eyes I think will turn brown, and a male patern baldness widow's peak hairline that is characteristic of the men in my mother's family and is completely hilarious on a newborn. He looks like a little pissed-off middle-aged man sometimes, especially since he also has forehead wrinkles and pudgy cheeks, which makes me giggle whenever he shoots me a look. He'll stare intently (and cross-eyed) at us and pucker his lips into a perfect little circle, as if really trying hard to figure us out. He's also got long, narrow feet and long toes. He's a beautiful baby with a very nice temperament and I am hoping I can not break him with the germs and so on. And did I mention the snuffly newborn noises when he nurses? Kills me.
* I do miss my alone time with Maggie as much as I thought I would, and she misses me. No way out of this one but through, I think--eventually Will will be more scheduled and more interactive, which will leave me time I know I can set aside for her and also be more fun for her, because he'll actually respond to her (he's fascinated with her already, which is adorable). Still, I'm glad I anticipated this and tried to lay the groundwork.
So, to sum up, we're adjusting, probably doing OK overall, the baby is adorable, but I would love advice from readers with two or more about how I can give Will adequate stimulation and attention and love while still doing the same for a little three year old that needs her mommy desperately right now. And if you can figure out how I can do this while still earning a living, so much the better.