With the birth of my second child in the middle of January, I feel like the circus has broken out of the big tent and is now taking over the town. Recovering from an emergency c-section meant taking it easy at home the first couple of weeks (no stairs, no lifting, no over-doing-it). With my partner home from work for two weeks, I was able to focus on the baby and taking care of myself. He stepped up to cover meals, handle everything that goes along with our 9yo (4th grade homework is a bitch!), and run any errands that popped up (more diapers anyone?).
With the big guy back at work this week, my days consisted of being sacked out on the couch all day, impersonating a cow. The new guy won't sleep unless he's being held, so much time is wasted on the couch while he snoozes. Without an extra set of hands during the day, I'm not able to take care of myself like I should (basic functions like eating and going to the bathroom only seem to happen when the baby is awake and not attached to a boob). Dinner isn't even considered until everyone is already home and starving.









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