On Sunday, August 21st I woke up around 11am to a slight tightness in my stomach. Not enough to hurt, but just enough for me to notice it was there. This wasn't unusual as I had been having mild contractions every now and then for the past couple of days. This day was different though as in as the day went on the tightness turned to pain. I called the nurse at The Birthing Center, and she told me not to come in until I wasn't able to talk through the contractions and they were about 5 minutes apart. This freaked me out a bit, because c'mon, this is my third child. It was possible the little sucker could just fly out at any moment cape and all. I spent the rest of the evening resting in bed, and by 8pm the contractions were painful. Painful enough that I knew it was time to go. I made a pit stop at Dairy Queen for a Nutter Butter & Butterfinger Blizzard with extra peanut butter, and ate it on the way.
By 10pm I was in my bed in the beautiful birthing room, and the pain was so intense I could've literally crawled out of my skin. I was wiggling and moaning and whining, all the while telling Travis I didn't want to do it anymore and that I was ready to go home. I knew that wasn't happening, but that was what I wanted more than anything in the world. Until this arrived:
He was beautiful, and at a mere 6lbs. 15oz. the smallest baby to ever escape my loins. My other two were extremely close to 10lbs. with the biggest being 9lb. 6oz. So, my first thought was "MY GOD! He is TINY!" And he is, but it makes him super cute, and I'm sure he will outgrow his brothers one day. If not in size then definitely in personality.
So, as you can imagine I have been a little busy lately. Jax is adjusting nicely to having a new little brother around. He has only smacked him in the face one time! That is a big accomplishment for him. I knew it would happen, and he got the proper discipline when it did happen, but I was at least hoping little man would be a couple weeks old before it happened. Ah well.
Really, the only problem we are having is our sleeping situation. We have always co-slept with Jax. Still at 18 months old he was in the bed right between daddy and I. Now that we have little man, I'm not quite sure what to do. There is no room to put him in bed with us, and it wouldn't be very safe with big brother rolling all over the place and kicking. So, since he has been born it has been him and I in a seperate bed, and Jax and daddy in our bed. I don't want it to be like this forever, but I don't know who to leave out of bed. I would feel bad if three of us slept together and one slept by themself. It just doesn't seem fair. Do you have any advice for me? Have you ever been in this situation?
P.S. If you haven't noticed, I've stopped using my signature. Why? Well, because I no longer use @theatomicmommy on Twitter. Now I use @theboysmama. So, until I can find someone who knowswhat they're doing on Photoshop, then I'm stuck.