Alone?

Is it a routine if it has happened four days in a row?

I've basically been in charge of Huxley since he arrived. This is OK, since I'm the one with the milk. And, damn, it is nice to have the nursing just work, but I didn't realized how real the engorgement issue is when the nursing actually goes well. While Trouble would be perfectly willing to do a night feeding, I feel like I can't quite skip a feeding, yet, because I'll explode. Maybe next week?

So, I have Huxley all night. He as a big fit sometime in the night - basically an hour and half or two hours of constant nursing, fussiness, and some pooping. Those are long hours. But after all that, he sleeps a lot better and "just" nurses every three hours for the next two feedings. We sleep until about 10 - Trouble and Turing get up at the regular time (between 6 and 7:30). I get up and spend time with Turing, we have lunch together, and I put him down for his nap. Huxley eats at some point, and I either nap or play on the internet during Turing's nap. I try to do something just with Turing when he gets up (he's been clingy and cranky), then it is time to wrangle dinner, get all the boys fed, Turing bathed, Turing into bed, me fed, maybe a shower. Turing falls asleep by 9ish (again, clingy and needy). Dinner and bedtime demand Trouble and I both be pretty active. I get an hour or two to putz around, then I'm back in bed again.

Repeat.

But babies are made to make liars out of all of us, so this will all change tomorrow.

I was starting to feel squirrely for never having real time away, so Trouble kicked me out of the house this afternoon. I'm at the coffee shop, enjoying my decaf and my hour to blog and email and walk by myself. This is good for me.

Crazy to think that Huxley has been on this side for an entire week already. It is crazy to sit there and compare him to Turing. That in just 2 years the little lump on my lap will be climbing the furniture, kicking balls, practically making sentences, eating with a fork . . . I want to slow it down and I know there is no way to do so. Someday, too soon, I won't have a baby to smell anymore. It is a little sad.

But we're making the best of it as we can - fall is here, and it is really nice to get out walking.