This week, I returned to work after being out on maternity leave for 3 months. All summer, I’ve been telling myself that returning to work wouldn’t be as hard this time around since I’ve been through it before, but there is this instinctual tug at your heartstrings when you drive away from your kids; enough to question what is the point of going to work, anyway? I have the benefit of knowing that it’ll get easier, but it still just sucks to be away from my boys all day.
This summer has been anything but relaxing and rejuvenating. Three hours after the end of my last shift, my water broke and I went into labor… less than a day later, we had a new member of the family. Parker has been a dream, and now that he’s three months old (!!), it’s safe to say he’s solidified his role as a happy, chill baby, who loves to sleep almost as much as he loves to eat. Our nighttime routine has gotten more chaotic when you add another mouth to feed and body to bathe before bed, but Parker didn’t keep us up all night like a couple twins I happen to know. He slept for long stretches between feedings from his first weeks home and now has slept a full 12 hours a few nights these past few weeks. After eating, he loves to smile and coo and laugh and squeal. It’s a lot of fun to watch him explore his surroundings and he’s getting better at reaching for toys. He’s become a thumb-sucker just like his big brother Caleb, and they even share a left thumb preference. Parker likes a lot of things, and riding in the car is not one of them. His hatred for the car was really bad about a month ago when I couldn’t go anywhere without him screaming bloody murder the entire ride. Luckily, he seems to be growing out of this weird phase but I’m still always careful to ensure that he’s not too hungry, too full, too tired or too wet for a quick trip in the car. Parker also doesn’t really like tummy time and that puts him in the same camp as about 99% of all infants. He is soooo close to rolling over from back to tummy but not quite there yet. Our little guy can barely get away with being called little at this point. He’s in the 99th percentile for length and 87th for weight! He couldn’t be more different than his preemie brothers who weren’t even on the growth chart for a little while after birth. All in all, Parkey is doing great and is on the receiving end of lots of hugs, kisses and cuddles from all members of the family.
Caleb and Wyatt are doing well and really enjoying their time at preschool. I’ve been handling the drop-offs and pick-ups from school and I have to say, there is NOTHING cuter than your kids smiling and calling out Mommy! while running into your open arms after a long (er, 2.5 hours) day at school. The time not spent in preschool was typically spent at daycare but this is their last week of daycare. Because of our unique work schedules, preschool and therapy appointments, we realized we needed someone who was able to not only watch our kids but also transport them to where they need to be. Shane and I will still be taking Caleb to his therapy appointments, but now we’re able to have Parker and Wyatt cared for by a nanny, while Caleb can focus on his therapy. I plan on writing a separate post about Caleb’s progress, now that he’s almost 6 weeks post-op.
Caleb and Wyatt are liking their roles as big brothers. Caleb is very very affectionate towards Parker and loves to make him laugh and give him hugs & kisses. Wyatt helps out by fetching things that we need for the baby or letting us know if he’s awake or crying (even though we can always tell when he’s crying!). They’ve both been great and a lot of the jealousy that I worried about just isn’t there. I know their relationship will only get stronger once Parker becomes more of a play mate to the two of them.
As for Shane and I, well, nothing really to report. Our work and family obligations keep us pretty busy, so we’re just keeping our heads down and taking it day by day for the
next eighteen years foreseeable future.
Here’s some pictures from our summer!