With a house already over flowing in pink and girlie things, I didn't think adding a 3rd girl to the mix would be all that difficult. I mean we've done this twice already, how hard can a third be?
Well with piles of laundry taking over the basement, toys covering the girls room, and general messiness over taking the house. I may have over estimated my mothering skills, or under estimated how much more work a third little girl would be.
Mark works nights, so he sleeps until around 1:30ish every day. He awakes to find us girls still in jammies. Breakfast and lunch dishes piled in the sink, and a completely overwhelmed wife.
I would like to blame having a c-section and a slow recovery from it. I'll just start feeling better when something will happen. Ella tried to run away from me, and without thinking a I reached and picked her up. I then promptly dropped her and fell down crying. Then a few days later Ella climbed in bed with us one morning then, jumped on me. Needless to say more crying ensued. But the c-section can't take all the blame.
Because of complications that happened during the c-section. This is our last baby. It would be unsafe and unwise for us to go through another pregnancy. I have mixed feelings on the subject. I am a little sad that this part of our lives are over, but at the same time excited to know our family is complete and to move forward. I find myself holding Alice more, kissing her more and just enjoying this newborn phase.
This affects the choices I make every day. Choices such as, do I scrub the toilets and mop the floors or do I take my girls outside to run through the sprinklers with their umbrellas? I choose the girls. They are only little once. I don't want to miss out on the important things. I will always choose my girls. The mess can wait. Its a good thing Mark is patient.
