Reality sets in...

Day three on my own with both of the kids. The post-birth hormones that trick you into thinking everything will be okay are starting to wear off. This morning I did everything through a torrent of tears for two hours. Cleaning your glasses every five minutes is a real drag. I need some wipers.

Last night I had a dream that Wyatt fell down a well shaft. I could see him stuck there precariously, just out of my reach. I had to force myself to wake up. It was awful. I think I may be beginning to experience a touch of guilt that I'm sure every new mother of two goes through. He seems to be adjusting well but sometimes I look at him and he's just so beautiful... I feel bad that I can no longer dedicate most of the hours of my day to loving on him and him only.

I finally got around to making myself breakfast at noon today. Wyatt is napping and Maggie is in and out of sleep (once in a while the typing seems to startle her awake). I'm trading my one precious napping opportunity today for scrambled eggs and espresso with cream. So far it's a good trade. We'll see how I feel at the 1am feeding. And the 3am, and the 3:45am, and the 5am...

We have taken tons of pictures and I promise at least one more blog post today with some sweetness and light, even if I have to type it with my feet while I nurse Mags on one side and bounce Wyatt on my knee.