::sits on pillow, dusts off blog, adjusts breast pads::
Lowell was born 8 days ago. Life is lovely and chaotic all at once. I’m ridiculously overwhelmed and happy all at once. I’m also getting my postpartum ass kicked by another horrific postpartum rash and some super sore and engorged boobs to go with it.
Here are some pictures. I have no energy for many words. Though I promise the birth story is coming soon.
He’s already so much bigger than this! Fresh from the womb here, not even 24 hours old.
We took pacis with us to the hospital. Scandalous! He’s been a comfort sucker (like his sister) from the beginning. Of course, I was and have been careful to only offer it to him after he eats. I’m pretty sure he was a thumb sucker in utero, based on the feeling of him punching me in the bladder all day in there.
I love this little sleep sack I bought for his coming home outfit (from BabyPint on Etsy). I packed a pink bow to attach to the hat if he was a she. It was adorable and snuggly, and then he peed all over it and we had to change him into a Target sleeper to actually bring him home in.
This girl suddenly grew to the size of a 12 year old the first night we were home.
First family morning, piling into the bed.
Lowell is a BIG fan of the mamaRoo. Huge. He’ll sleep for hours in it. Leyna’s reaction to seeing him in it the first time was priceless. Her reactions to a lot of things with him are priceless. She’s pretty much the cutest big sister ever.
Aunt Kelly came up the week before Lowell was born (because oddly? I was afraid I’d go early LOLOLOLOHAHAHA). Then she had to go home a couple days before he made his appearance. Luckily, she kindly braved the drive up 35 one more time to meet him (and clean my dishes and get my other kids dressed and fed).
I’ve been spending a lot of time in our room, on our bed, with my boobs hanging out. I have no idea where to put any of his tiny clothes, and it looks like the laundry threw up in there.
He’s fitting right in, even hanging on his first family WiiU game night already.
He’s… different, this one. Kendall and Leyna seemed so similar in so many ways (and they still do). Lowell can resemble each of them from time to time, but there’s already something about his temperament… his being. He’s his own little person, for sure.
And I’m loving getting to know him.
It might be a while before I’m back here, but you can find me on Instagram a lot lately. I’m addicted to sharing all the little moments we’re living right now. Like this.