Hello friends! Thank you so much for your patience and forebearance with my spotty posting these past few months. The last trimester with Baby4 was rough. I pretty much put myself on self-imposed bedrest because being physically upright was painful and hard and awful.
Thank goodness Hapa Papa has a flexible work schedule and job because otherwise, my children would have been orphaned. Or I would have been even more miserable.
But it was all worth it (already, the pain and discomfort and ooze of pregnancy are fading into my typical post-partum amnesia) because now, Baby4 aka Sasquatch is here!
I must confess, though. I thought since Sasquatch was my 4th child, I would be prepared for most things. Certainly I wouldn’t be surprised by anything, right?
Oh, how lovely it is to be wrong in only the most delightful of ways.
Here then, are a few of the ways I have been surprised by the arrival of baby number four. (Or as Hapa Papa occasionally calls him, “The New One.”)
1) All new babies are the same.
No, I am serious. At first I just thought all my babies were the same. But then I realized that all babies are the same.
They all are squishy and lovable and new and have that smell! That glorious smell! And they all mewl and mutter and burble and snarfle and their sounds are perfect.
And they all scrunch up their faces and do moose hands and have funny expressions and get milk drunk (or formula drunk) and are fantastically new.
2) I never get sick of judgmental babies.
Few things are as hilarious as angry nursing and angry babies. I mean, they are so dramatic. But I guess everything is new to them so yes, being hungry is the worst thing that has ever happened to them because hey! They have never been hungry before! Or wet. Or tired. Or hot. Or cold. Or out.
Everything is new.
3) It is possible to call a brand new baby the wrong name before they have even heard their actual name.
I may or may not have called Sasquatch by Glow Worm’s name within seconds of holding him in my arms. And also, perhaps for the first 2-3 weeks of his life.
I am only finally now getting used to his name. Until very recently, when people asked me how Sasquatch was doing, I would be confused momentarily and go, “Who?” before I realized who they were talking about.
Yes. I know.
Worst mother ever.
To be fair, I do have a lot of children and he is brand new.
Thank goodness I am Chinese so when in doubt, I just call him 弟弟 (di4 di5/little brother).
4) Who knew that some of the best parts of having a new baby was watching your older kids fall in love?
Cookie Monster and Gamera were a little too young to process or understand what was going on when Glow Worm was born, but they certainly are old enough now.
They adore Sasquatch.
I wasn’t expecting just how much they would love him or want to be near him or hold him.
I mean, I wasn’t expecting them to be indifferent, I just wasn’t prepared for the outpouring of love and devotion.
Glow Worm isn’t in love with Sasquatch but he isn’t jealous, either. He has been surprisingly good about the whole thing (though I know he misses me).
5) I never realized I would be tandem breastfeeding.
This is how I know Glow Worm misses me: he started nursing again.
That’s right. Glow Worm has decided to restart the boob.
He only nurses briefly when he wakes up and right before he goes to sleep. It doesn’t really bother me because I know it’s his way of claiming me and reassuring himself that he is still my baby. I find it rather sweet, actually.
But wow. I did not see it coming.
6) I am likely jinxing the whole thing but I am shocked at how easy things have been.
I don’t know if it’s been easy for Hapa Papa since he’s the single father of three kids while I’m the single mother of a newborn, but I thought it would be more difficult.
Quite possibly, it is because we are both deaf to crying and screaming so it just doesn’t phase us – no matter who is doing the crying or screaming.
Don’t be too mad at us. Sasquatch is still new. I am sure he’ll knock our smugness out of the park with something soon.
7) As soon as I gave birth to a small sized turkey from my vagina (did I mention he was 9lbs 6oz?!?), my shitty mood for the last 39 weeks and 5 days disappeared.
I guess being in constant pain and discomfort can really wear on a person.
Again, I really hope I’m not jinxing this, but I haven’t been in this good of a mood in a really long time. And trust me when I say that I am pretty tired still and feel overwhelmed on occasion but ultimately, STILL BETTER THAN BEING PREGNANT.
8) I missed Glow Worm the most during my time spent with Sasquatch.
I am not sure why it doesn’t seem as if I am not spending less time with Cookie Monster or Gamera. Maybe it’s because they are older and better communicators. But whatever the reason, I miss Glow Worm the most.
Perhaps because he was the baby for three years and is still so small and cuddly and needy (though he sure doesn’t act like it). And perhaps because though he recently finally started talking (and talking a lot), he still babbles like a toddler and I feel as if we do not connect as much unless it’s us spending actual time together.
Whatever the reason, I am grateful for our cozying at night when Sasquatch is asleep and I can hug and kiss Glow Worm to my heart’s content (or at least until he’s had his fill of my affection, pushes me away, turns his back on me, and falls asleep).
Alright. This is probably all the coherent thought I can string together at one time. Mostly because I am starving and don’t want to get hangry.
See you Wednesday!