I forget about some things that come along with beautiful newborns.
Okay, I didn't forget forget, I was simply in placenta denial. Anything would be better than having contractions every few minutes.
I am tuhiiiiiiiired. My sweet angel with the sharp elbows wakes up every hour to eat. And somehow I manage to be happy and smile every time. She's got me wrapped around her long, skinny fingers. I'm in love. (Brett's OBSESSED, but that's an entirely separate post, I'm not even kidding.)
Cohen started Kindergarten today, pictures and complete emotional breakdown to follow.
Kembry is reacting...I don't want to say negatively, just...differently...since little tyke came home. I'm going to try and be more positive and kind and loving with her. Pray for me. Pray hard.
I haven't died. I'm just simply in a I-haven't-slept-in-two-weeks-and-my-oldest-is-leaving-me coma. I walk around with wet spots over my milk bags. I just took my first shower in a week. I don't remember what it's like to wear makeup. But I'm perfectly happy.
Ask me in another month and we'll see how perfectly "happy" I'll be then...
Kelly Off to Bed (for at least an hour...)