Monday night insomnia hit. I spent several hours in the middle of the night folding laundry, eating cereal, and watching Psych. Reading scriptures. Reading conference talks. Reading articles online and peoples' comments and then realizing that I should really delete my facebook but at the very least I should avoid reading peoples' comments. Ever really, but especially in the middle of the night when the line between sane and totally unleashed is particularly blurry for me.
Tuesday I was, hence, exhausted. I had a doctor's appointment. No changes from the week before except the baby is low and ready to go. I was totally satisfied with that. A special calm and assurance overtook me and I felt like I could be patient. I could wait. After all, he's easier to take care of inside of me, right? Tuesday night was another night of zero sleep, this time up with Ellie who was complaining of ear pain. She was writhing. Wouldn't lay down because it hurt. Had a fever. Coughed a lot. Couldn't sit still for her life but wanted to be on top of me the whole time. Finally Scott just took her down to the guest bed and laid with her there so we could all attempt to get more sleep. There certainly wasn't room in our bed for both of us, a fetus, and a flailing child.
Wednesday was sure to be awful. And it turned out both awful and alright at the same time! I was too scared to take all 3 kids to urgent care by myself being as exhausted as I was so I called my sister and asked her to come with us during her break between classes to wrangle the outside two while I saw the doctor with the middle. He joked with me that he knew we would be bringing at least one of our kids in because it was a week before the baby would come and we always do (Addy had RSV when Ellie was born and Ellie had bronchitis when Grace came). It was...sad. It's so true! I can't keep my kids healthy for anything when I get close to having a baby! Anyway, he checked her left ear and said that it looked very, very sore. I told him she had been complaining about the other side and he said, "Well, I guarantee you it's this one! She must be confused!" And then took a peek at her right and said, "Nope, she's right! This one is definitely worse." Ugh. Off to Walmart for an antibiotic. Ali stayed with the kids so I could hurry. I wasn't gone more than 20 minutes but when I got back the van wouldn't start. Ali missed her second class because of me (I'm so fun to do favors for). We got home and put the kids to bed. I was so tired, but spent nap time making rice bags, but with dried, whole corn inside instead. I've heard they work better so I thought I'd try it. Broke 3 needles because I wanted to use denim (AKA a pair of Scott's 50 pairs of pants that he's worn holes in and can't wear to work anymore). Super frustrating. Then an amazing friend brought us dinner. And my day turned right around. My kids all ate amazingly. It was great soup. Ali and Scott and I got to watch some "Last Man Standing" and eat some popcorn.
Today. Thursday. I feel like I've had a day long hangover. I know, I've never had a hangover, but I imagine this is what one feels like. I should have been more tired yesterday after not sleeping. But today, even though we all slept the best we have all week, I felt drained and my kids were at their grumpiest. I've been worrying so much today about my kids when the baby comes. And about me, quite frankly! Can I really handle 4 kids 4 and under? Am I enough for them all? Can I give them all the attention and love they need? I don't know which kid to be more worried about. I can see it going so many ways. Addy, I think and hope, will love her brother. She'll want to help. She'll want to be a good girl. She'll have 5 good days for every slightly less good day. Ellie will be jealous. More than Grace, I think. I worry about Ellie the most. She's so tender and emotional. I worry that she'll get less snuggles and she'll be sad about it. I hope she'll snuggle me while I nurse Ethan and that if I have to share my lap between the two of them she'll be okay with it. She's such the middle child. She's so mellow that sometimes I forget she needs me as much as the other two demand me. Grace won't like to share me. Not because she's particularly attached to me or anything. It's not like she loves sitting on my lap or wants to snuggle at all, ever. But she knows I'm her mom and she won't like the idea that my lap isn't open. It's not so much that she'll want it, but she'll know she can't have it and that will make her mad. But I think she'll adjust really fast. I hope.
OR
Ellie will be totally fine. She'll love snuggling both me and the baby and she'll step up to the plate and love helping me. She'll revel in having a baby and love that we all get to snuggle and spend time together. And Addy will act out to get the attention that is so easy to get now but won't be soon. And Grace will have a hard time and be upset at me for allowing another little person to be the baby.
OR
Nobody will notice that there's another kid. There won't be a reallocation of attention because I'm super mom and can handle it. RIGHT...
Anyway, point is, nothing is getting done. I'm sitting here blogging while my husband it gone at mutual and my kids are doing anything but sleeping but I'm too tired to care and, after all, they're in their beds so who cares if they're talking and playing instead of catching up on tons of missed sleep? I am literally so grateful for the people in my life who accept me for who I am. And especially my husband who just understands. He's never said a word to me about the total lack of productivity. He's cleaned my kitchen a million times and I'm sure he'll end up doing it tomorrow on his day off. He tells me I'm the best mom and wife in the world. And better than that, I think the sorry sucker believes it. lol.
I'm not a perfect mom. I'm scared a little! This is the first time that I haven't felt completely capable of handling life once a new baby comes. I'm anxious and nervous along with the excitement, which is a new feeling for me, the crazy baby lady. I know that I am going to need so much help, and I'm so bad at asking for it. I pray that my hormones adjust well instead of going crazy like they did after Grace. I pray that I'll be patient in my state of sleep deprivation. I pray that I'll be aware of the needs of my family instead of just thinking about my "needs." I pray that I'll be enough.
This post makes no sense. It's so random and jumbled and would receive a really bad score were it some kind of assignment! Welcome to my brain lately! I start out recounting my week and then end by delving into my innermost thoughts and feelings which are so cloudy and all over the place that I can't even figure them out...this is a post I won't post a link to! lol. But, since this is the only form of journaling that I can be consistent at, I wanted to record my thoughts and feelings.
I am nervous and anxious. But I am also elated. I have to add that here. I'm not dreading having my baby boy. I can't wait. I know it will be hard. I worry about my kids. I worry about me. But I know that this experience will be hard, but the best thing I've ever done. Because that's how every child has made me feel. Being a mom is hard work. But it's rewarding work. It's spiritual work. It's eternal work. The worrying and the stressing helps me to be better (unless I wallow, which happens also). It helps me to work harder and try harder. And I can't wait to try harder as I become a mother of 4. Ok. I have to stop rambling. Goodnight :)
















