Morning Melee!

I was planning to write a nice, quiet post- full of gentle new baby thoughts and cute little musings, but after the morning we are having all I can say is wow!  Life goes on, doesn’t it!

This is day #2 of being home from the hospital. Tiny baby, thankfully, slept much better than last night, or else this morning might have done me in.  This morning I woke up to hear Miss 8 calling from her room for daddy to come quick because Miss 2 had thrown up in her bed.  My poor husband was trying to get Miss 2 undressed, she was running wildly around in her diaper, apparently feeling fine, despite whatever had ailed her some time in the night.  I can’t do much, considering I am in c-section recovery mode, but I suggested that we first put Miss 2 in the bath.  Then I sat down by the tub to watch her, while he changed the crib.  Luckily, I did do some laundry last week, so I was able to direct him right to a new sheet, and the way I keep up on laundry, I do mean luckily.

In the middle of bathing and bed changing, mom-in-law called.  She was wondering if I had a copy of a song that she needs.  My in-laws are actually heading out of town because Great Grandma passed away this week, and she was hoping they could grab the music on their way out of the town to possiby use at the funeral.  There is no possible way my husband would be able to find this, so I went and looked through the piano music and got it ready for her. 

We got Miss 2 set up to the table with toast and juice and then my husband started to make peanut butter sandwiches.  He was hoping to take the kiddos to the zoo today.  I fed tiny baby, and then headed into the bathroom to trim Miss 8’s bangs (while sitting of course, because this is c-section recovery!) and brush all the girls’ hair.  After three days of mommy being gone, despite daddy’s best efforts they were looking seriously ratsy.  

Then I heard the phone ring.  My husband came running in yelling, change of plans!  He needed to leave for work, right now!  He has been working for awhile now to settle a big case and this is the last chance before it goes to trial.  There is a deal on the table and settlement could erase tons of stress for everyone and even free him up to fly down for Great Grandma’s funeral. 

Anyway, he started running frantically around, trying to get showered and dressed and out the door.  The phone was ringing again then and it was the doctor calling to try to set up an appointment for Tiny Baby who just happened to fail her hearing test in her left ear and needs to have it redone.  I sent Miss 8 running for the calendar.  The lady on the phone wanted insurance information, so then Miss 8 and husband were running around trying to find my wallet or daddy’s and Miss 2 was climbing up and down the stairs crying.  I couldn’t even hear the lady on the phone and the call waiting was ringing, too!  I got the appointment set, checked the caller ID, and it was mom-in-law again.  They forgot to grab Great Grandma’s will on their way out the door and could we overnight it to them?  I related the gist of it to my husband as he went jogging by, looking for his watch, and he breathlessly nodded, no problem, he could do it. 

It is now about 10am.  Daddy is gone.  Things are peaceful for the moment.  Tiny baby is sleeping by me in the swing.  The tv is babysitting my other girls.  All I can do is shake my head and think, wow, we are right in the thick of things over here.  What a fun, crazy, head-shaking life we are living! 

(By the way, don’t feel bad for the girls, daddy may still get them to the zoo if things go well.)