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In Which I Put Some Thoughts Down

It's 3:45 AM. The house is quiet. Everyone, including the newborn, is asleep. But my mind is racing and won't settle down, so...I blog ;0) 

I've tried on multiple occasions to put down everything that has happened in these last two weeks, but the task has proved a little difficult. It's been a bit of wild ride - meeting Madi, coming home from the hospital, dealing with the wound and the internal fluid pockets - I am only just now starting to feel like normal is a possibility. 

I have three holes in my stomach. Actual, literal, open holes. Two are very small, the result of the doctors draining two pockets of fluid that were putting some very painful pressure on the rest of my body. Together they were only about 100 cc's, which is less than 4 oz. Not very much to be causing so much pain, but that is the beauty of the human body. We are so perfectly created that it only takes a little thing in the wrong place to throw us off. The other hole, which we call my wound, is where my c-section incision opened up. Another, separate pocket of fluid that needed to drain. It opened on its own my very first morning home, and let me tell you, that was a scary thing! I thought my whole incision had opened! 

3 1/2 hours later, I am ready to sit down and finish this blog (it is now 8:15 AM)!

Where was I? Holes, wound, and, oh yes, the reasons for it all...Madilyn, Grayson, and Brooklyn!

Madilyn Rae Hilton, now 15 days old, is a mellow little gem. Of course she is the exact addition our family needed because in just the same perfect way that God wove her little body together, he crafted her personality knowing how we would all need to fit and grow together to declare his glory.

Grayson, now 16 months old and a fully functioning toddler, struggled the most with the transition. Of course it wasn't easy for him to express it, but we could tell that he missed Mommy while I was at the hospital, and when I got back, he really didn't understand why I didn't return to my full time caregiver role. It took a few days, but once I recognized what he was not able to say, I tried to make myself more visible during those key moments, and I think it helped. I am very grateful for the many hands that have been here helping to take care of him. Of course he has had his Nana and Bob Bob and Daddy, but he also took to Mamaw (great-grandma) very quickly as well. Among other things, he started swimming by himself last week! So far I have only seen videos, but I can't wait to see it in person! 

Brooklyn is 6 going on 16. When exactly did she make the transition from baby to young lady? Accepting a new baby into the home, even one she was excited about, is not without difficulty. But she has handled it with so much grace. She is a wonderful helper, not just with Madi, but playing with Grayson as well. Of course she adores her little sister and wants to hold her as often as she can. Again it has been wonderful having Mamaw, and this last week, Aunt Judith and Justin visiting, so her time has been occupied while Mommy and Nana have been bustling in and out of the hospital.

I've said all I can say for the time being. All three children are awake now ;0)

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