Our cutest, newest family member… Yep, you guessed it…
Super Tucker is here!
He arrived Tuesday the 24th, as planned, at 7:58 a.m. He was not as big as a Thanksgiving turkey, but he’s no scrawny chicken either, weighing in at 8 pounds, 2 ounces and measuring 20 inches long. We are taking him to his first pediatrician’s appointment today. The thought of germs is already making my eye twitch. At least he’s a newborn and we can keep him in his carrier. But, then again… He’s a newborn… With very little immune system. Ahhhh….. Okay… Breathe…
Anyway, we came home Friday with him and the kids went berserk. Seriously. Saying they merely like him would be an understatement. They LOVE this kid. Although, I think the novelty has worn off a little bit with Henry. He seems to forget there’s a baby in the house for hours at a time. When he is reminded, he runs over and points and says, “Awwwww! Coooooooooooot!” Awwww! Cute! My sweet little man. Or my sweet little men, rather. They are plural now. Avery and I are seriously outnumbered.
And speaking of Avery, she is in love. She is so good with him, too. She’s just the super, duper big sister to a baby that we knew she would be. The first two days he was home, she was so excited you would have thought the grandmas fed her nothing but sugar (which is probably exactly the case, now that I think about it…) But, even in her hyperactive, never.stopping.talking.or.jumping state, seriously the kid was vibrating she was so excited, she was still very gentle with her new baby brother.
Of course, she wants in on all the action… But, she just sits by me and gently strokes his leg or arm while we’re feeding him or whatnot. Let’s hope that’s not just a front to gain our trust and when we’re not looking she’s going to be dragging him around by his neck… Anyway, she’s been most excellent.
We’re thoroughly enjoying him. All of us. He’s super adorable, super sweet and super cuddly (he is Super Tucker, afterall.) I could just eat him up. And that sweet little newborn smell… Oh my! (Am I the only weirdo that likes the smell of newborn baby’s breath???? Is that weird?)
The c-section went well, our hospital stay was great… (Okay, all together now: Drugs are good… Drugs are very good…) We came home Friday, though, and were bombarded. Yesterday was finally the first quiet day we’ve had. And man could I tell that I had been overdoing it since we got home. I am sooooo damn sore right now. Yesterday I was like, Holy shit, I hurt worse than I did yesterday! I’m supposed to be getting better, not worse... And the Mister, being his sweet Mister self, made me stay off my feet all day long. Of course, he’s pampering me and taking over every detail of the kids, house, food, etc… Just like he always does. I’m so blessed to have such an amazing husband. And to have three amazing, healthy, beautiful kids. I love them so much.
Okay, must be the hormones…
I thought maybe this will kick me into blogging regularly again. (I’m not making any promises, though. I’ve said it before. I know.) Maybe life with a newborn will get me going. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of interesting stories. (Let’s hope none of which are about Avery dragging the baby by his neck or Henry hitting the baby in the head with a dump truck…) I’m sure I’ll also have some not so funny at the time, but funny as hell after the fact stories for you guys about projectile shit and exploding diapers and whatnot… (Like this one…)
And last, but not least, for your viewing pleasure… Awwwwww….
P.S. This post was supposed to go up yesterday. At least now I have a really good excuse for being a slack ass.