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.