I apologize for being MIA. I know you probably understand, but I wanted to apologize.
I can't believe it has been just over a week! It seems so much longer AND shorter than that! Does anyone know how to stop them from growing up? I want to keep both of them at the ages they are!
Sean was home last week, so I was able to get some rest and figure out Harold Jack. He is back to work this week, so I'm adjusting into being a "single" parent.
Maybe you are wondering why I'm on my own. I had thought that my MIL and mom were going to help out the first few weeks. My mom still has not been to see HJ. She was sick when we were in the hospital, but was supposed to come up over the weekend. No call, no show. Then she called me yesterday wanting to know when I was going to bring him over. Umm...I'm not. You can come here. It is a pain in the butt to get all three of us ready to go anywhere. It takes at least two hours! So I'm not going anywhere unless we have to. At least until I get a better grasp on things!
My MIL...still waiting to hear from her. She was supposed to call Saturday to make plans to come down for a few days. I have yet to hear from her, but I'm not holding my breath. She is upset about what we named the baby. Seriously! I called her Wednesday after we got home to let them know. Here is part of our conversation:
Me: "We named him Harold Jack!"
... (to say this was a pregnant pause is the understatement of the century)
Me: "You there?"
MIL: "...I thought he (Sean) was going to give him a Christian name!"
Me: ..."Well we told you all of the names we were considering and not one of them was a biblical name. I don't understand why you would have thought that."
There was a bit more said after that, but not pertinent. I then see her making "no comment" comments on her friends FB pages regarding his name (she doesn't realize I can see b/c I'm "friends" with a few if them-everyone wants to see pictures). I cried about it. Sean is pretty irritated about it, too. Funny thing is...none of her kids (and most grandkids) do not have biblical names. She also was pissed that we got him circumcised before the eighth day (some religious thing?). I'm over the whole thing. I'm not calling her, and I'm sure as hell not going to need her help.
Back to us. I'm still not sure what I'm going to call Harold Jack. There are a ton of nickname possibilities, and I don't know yet. Everyone wants to call him something different (which is okay, if you don't want your kid to have a clue what his name is!).
HJ is just the sweetest thing ever. I'm declaring him one of the best babies ever! He is just so sweet, loving, mellow, and content. He hardly cries. He sleeps for long stretches of time (up to six hours!). He doesn't get too upset (usually) if I have to stop him mid-feed to attend to Alice. Which is a whole other story.
Alice seems to be adjusting. She is very proud of him. And then...she seems to hate us all. I know her hitting, throwing, etc is nothing new or related to having HJ here. I wouldn't say it is any worse. I just don't like being hit, kicked, or have things thrown at me (and HJ) while we are nursing. Last night, we were in bed watching a movie, and out of nowhere she kicked HJ in the head. I didn't see it coming, otherwise I would have blocked him. I guess it is a good thing he is good sized.
We went to the pediatrician Friday. HJ was 5 days old...and already an ounce above birth weight! So we don't have to go back until he is a month old.
I have a lot more to update about, and need to get more pictures for everyone! I am taking Alice outside to play for a bit before dinner and HJ gets up.