This kid is so damn chill. I have never hung out with a baby who was this mellow before. And I can’t attribute it to the pot because I started using that before MC came along. This kid is… just chill.

I would sign up for a study like this in a hot minute.

I hurt. That’s my dominant physical experience right now. All of me. Particularly my neck and left hip. But everything.

She is nursing like a champ and getting chubby already. It is absolutely ridiculous how good I feel about my kids getting double chins. I’m praying we get to a third chin again. (Was easy with EC. Never happened with MC.)

Swaddling is fucking awesome. She got a 6 hour block of sleep and I slept for a little over 5 hours. That’s as much as I’ve gotten in 2-4 broken chunks over the past few nights. That’s so much sleep at one time that I will have trouble going back to bed. Luckily she’s cluster feeding right now so me being awake is good.

She’s nursed for over an hour, almost an hour and a half now. My boobs hurt less. Good.

It’s interesting navigating how the big kids are searching for control right now. They are struggling with not being allowed to do what they want to YC. She isn’t a doll and you can’t casually sling her around. They aren’t trying to be rough. They just aren’t good at careful yet.

And gosh they want to tell me how to take care of her. I confess my tone of voice has been incredibly shitty when they scoff at me and tell me it would be easy to take care of her if I just followed their orders.

Oh helllllll no.

Have you dropped crotch fruit since I wasn’t looking? No? Then hush your mouth.

Do not fucking tell me how to parent my baby.

But.. outside of that the big kids adore her and are happy to hold her as much as they are permitted. Outside of a boundary stomp per morning (gosh my kids are pushing their luck) we are having great days. I’ve been sharp with them every morning (stop yelling/don’t tell me how to parent/if you keep fighting about these toys we will bleeping donate them) but then the day settles down and we don’t keep fighting. But holy crap am I over screaming matches that start at 6am over who owns which stupid little rubber Shopkin piece. I can solve this argument. It involves a garbage can. You both lose. Argument over.

(I totally didn’t throw their stuff away. But they did stop yelling the argument.)

Ok, sore hands.