Wow. Three weeks old. Hard to believe. After my fluid pockets were drained, I felt a thousand times better and I sort of forgot exactly how bruised and battered my body still is. I may be feeling better, but I still hurt and need to take it easy. I actually think I'm doing pretty good finding that balance between resting and getting things done. Today I'm getting laundry done (with much help from mom and Ray!).
My greatest challenge right now is eating (big surprise). I am making good choices, but I don't think I'm eating enough, considering that I am nursing and rebuilding and healing abdominal muscles.
So that's me. The kids are doing well. I have to remember that they are still adjusting too. Grayson had a short night terror last night. I sat downstairs holding the monitor and cried right along with him. Brooklyn is sleeping with my mom while dad is out of town. I know we're going to pay for that later! Madi has decided she would prefer to sleep in someone's arms. I don't really blame her, but it makes for a somewhat uncomfortable and sleepless night. Ray is working hard, juggling his two jobs and rehearsals. Then most of his time at home is spent doing my bidding. I'm so, so thankful to have my mom. Her help has taken the pressure off of Ray so that he can go to work as much as possible and know that we are taken care of.
Duty calls...
Last Monday night I had to do a terrible thing to Brooklyn. It's so terrible, both Brooklyn and I avoid it for as long as we possibly can. I had to cut her finger and toe nails. I don't like cutting nails ever, under any circumstances, but Brooklyn loathes it entirely! She is terrified that I'm going to cut her finger off or hurt somehow. She used to have to be held down so she couldn't jerk away. Now that she's older she has a bit more self-control, but she still whimpers and whines throughout the whole procedure. Miserable! I have never cut her too deep. I am extremely careful and gentle with her. She has never experienced even the slightest pain with my behind the clippers. I finally said to her one day, "Brooklyn, I have never hurt you! Don't you trust me?" She said, crying, "No!" Well, last night, she managed to keep her hands still but talked the entire time about how she was nervous and kept squinting her eyes, just in ca...
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