Tomorrow I'm venturing alone with the kiddos. Johnny's back to work to save up time, so 1 week post surgery I'm on. I'm ready. Ha. I think.
So, one week out...
I'm feeling very much like I did after the birth of the boys-- but interestingly I don't remember feeling this way after the girls. I'm feeling a bit sad that the pregnancy is over. I'm feeling sad that I'm not feeling kicks anymore. I wasn't ready for this pregnancy to be over. I wasn't ready to say I'm done. So I'm struggling with that.
It's killing me that he's in the NICU. Again... I didn't feel like this with the girls. I'm not sure if it was because I was so sick with the blood clot & infection or if it was just because I so expected them to end up in the NICU, but I was more "okay" with them being the NICU. But having Hunter in the NICU is so trying. He's doing well, but still drifting & spelling and still stuck there and there's just nothing to do. And it's so hard to come up with time to visit because of the other three. Blah... stress. Nothing new.
But yes, my baby is 1 week old. ONE WEEK OLD. I cannot believe that he's already been out of me so long. He's absolutely adorable and precious and sweet and calm and perfect.