I am so proud of Lovebug and Ironflower. While we've had some behavior issues, they have been nothing but sweet with their baby brother. They talk to him, give hugs and kisses and try to soothe him when he's upset. Ironflower sings him a lullaby and Lovebug finds him a "babytoy" whenever he cries. I think their misbehavior has more to do with last week's schedule upheaval and the fact that mommy has been pretty useless for the last few weeks than any jealousy. Fills me with motherly pride and motherly guilt at the same time.
Especially because I have become even more useless. I overdid it as soon as I arrived home on Saturday so now Hot Guy has forbidden me to get off the couch except to pee or get the baby from the cradle swing (how I LOVE the cradle swing). Though with all the eating Baby Z does, it's not like I'd be getting up much anyway. This is the only one of my children who actually started gaining weight back in the hospital. He loves to eat - I swear I've already caught him smiling at the boob.
Much as I love this newborn phase and watching Ironflower and Lovebug embrace their roles as big siblings, I am truly looking forward to feeling normal again and to being back to a real routine. I don't know when exactly that will be, but I'm already daydreaming about it.
