Our first ten days with Ronan smelled of sweet baby’s breath (plus the occasionally spit-up/poopy whiff) and went by in a swift blink. My heart feels like it’s expanded one hundred times over.
At 10 days postpartum I’m wondering to myself how much longer it’s acceptable to lay in bed all day. I’ll give myself at least four more days.
Ronan was born at 11:14 PM on Friday, April 21. His labor was not too long and not too hard. (I’ll post his birth story this week.) He was 20.5 inches and weighed 7-lbs. 11-oz. Today, at his newborn check-up, he weighed in at 9-lbs. The little show-off!
He’s a peaceful little dude, like his sister. He sweetly coos and purrs as he sleeps. He takes long day naps and short night ones. He always tries his earnest to poop within sixty seconds of a diaper changing. He’s pretty stinking perfect.
With two children and my best friend as my husband, I feel like the wealthiest woman in the world.
Things are different with Ronan in many ways.
We have the joy of witnessing Evelyn dote on her little brother. She’s enthusiastic to be involved with anything Ronan related – jumping (literally) at the opportunity to bring Mom a clean diaper, toss the soiled ones, or share her toys. Anytime she sees us without him, she asks, “baby?” before scurrying about in search of him. Each morning she squeals from the excitement of seeing him before going off into sentences of what’s to us incomprehensible.
I kept wondering if maybe one day she’d forget he was here. But, no – he’s always her first thought.
Most times, she’s so excited to see him that she’ll near his body by a few inches and make a “squeeze” face and motion with her hands. She wants so badly to pick him up – to jump around and play with him. Because she can’t, she runs, dances, and jumps all around him – just so happy to be with him. She shows quite the self-control for a two-year-old who is gaa-gaa in love.
There’s also a catch to the second.
When Eve is up at 7am, there’s little sleeping in. The days are way more active than our Evey newborn daze. And recovery is tough – it’s difficult to not do too much when “too much” is actually so little. It’s hard to not pick up my toddler or to simply rest when I know a little time with Mom is just what she needs. The toddler transition is hard. I’m learning how much patience motherhood will demand and I can see that I have a long way to grow.
We’ve gone out on a few family trips. Once to Costco – where we tried out the lawn furniture, enjoyed samples, and had terrible-for-you pizza. Saturday, we had a family dinner date at our favorite SB spot, Fiddler’s. We went early and were in great company with other young families. Evey occupied herself with the toy bin, Bradley savored his novelty beer, and we splurged on our own platters of fish and chips. (Typically we split.) Yesterday, our trip was to the library. Bradley read Dr. Seuss classics to Ronan while Evey and I colored and completed puzzles. Family of four fun. :)
Brad’s two-week paternity leave has been a saving grace. I choose not to imagine how I would’ve done it without him. He’s done IT ALL. We’d also be lost without the support of Katrina, Chris, and our Notre Dame community. We’re feeling pretty loved all around. Thank you friends + family for the visits, meals, clothing, calls, flowers, and all the support!
K, time to snuggle my baby. I will post Ronan’s birth story on Thursday :)