King Archer and the Nights of the (not so) Sound Fable

GirlsGoneChild — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 18:41:00 GMT

Monday night was our first tough night and to be fair to Fable, it wasn't even that bad. Two hours of sporadic crying before she passed out was all -- but after more than two weeks of seamless nights (Fable's feeding every three hours but at night goes every four) I absolutely didn't mind. In fact, I was starting to feel guilty for my nights being so easy.

Fable: professional sleeper

What most shocked me, though, was that when Fable cried out at 2am? Archer didn't wake up. He didn't wake up at 3am or 4am either, even though our bedrooms are attached (Fable's sleeping with us for the time being and will likely stay with us until she's six-months, which is what we did with Archer.) Several times I checked on Archer through the commotion and there he was, passed the eff out like a drunk.

I had been worried that this was not so much going to be the case. Archer, after all, has always been a light sleeper. So much in fact that we don't usually flush the toilet when he's sleeping out of fear it will wake him. (Gross but quite necessary.) Now? We can flush again! PRAISE JEEBS!

Minus the little runaway moment last week (which I'm still not over), adjusting to life with two children has been relatively easy (knocking the shit out of some wood right now, FYI.) Archer's in school from 9-2:30 so mornings and afternoons are a bit manic but eh, when were they not? Archer's absolutely regressed in the potty department but that was to be expected and sure he wants to be "held like a baby" every now and then but that's also understandable.

So many people warned me with: "you wait! Two kids is WAY more than twice as hard..." and I respect that, but honestly? It just isn't the case around these here parts.

Maybe I'm lucky? (Knocking on wood like a crazy mofo!) Maybe I'm still high on the remains of my epidural? Maybe all the beer I've been drinking to up my milk-supply has turned my brain into that of a laid-back frat boy but... uh... it's really pretty non-stressful up in here. In fact, I'm starting to understand Angelina's logic more and more. I could TOTALLY rock it with fourteen kids.

Okay, maybe not.

But two? Rocking it. Exhausted but rocking it.

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Lovesick, Homebound

GirlsGoneChild — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 17:19:00 GMT

Forgive me for my silence this past week. I've been busy. But more than that I've had no desire to blog, email, call or see anyone. I've been pretty much homebound since we came home from the hospital last Friday and honestly? Have no real desire to ever leave again. (Is that weird? Or...)

Apparently we're in the throes of some kind of economic crisis? The end of the world is nigh? You don't say?

I've been far too busy gazing into the eyes of my newborn, playing with little toes and hosting evening cuddle-fests with my family of four, which is still a shock to say aloud. Family of four. Two children...

I'm slowly posting Fable's birth story and will have the full three chapter tale to post, here on Straight From the Bottle later this week as soon as I can get my head out of my baby's ass. For now? I'll leave you with a "best of this week" photo spread, featuring Miss Fable, who by the way, eats like a champ (I'm able to pump about two ounces of breastmilk per feeding which YAY! With Archer I was only able to pump 1/2 of that on a good day) sleeps like a dream and couldn't get any cuter if I paid her a million trillion dollars...

Also, can I just say that transitioning from one baby to two has been much easier than I thought? Archer loves his sister so much he even made up a song he calls "seester song" to sing to her, hasn't acted jealous even for a second and even sleeps through her cries when she wakes up at night (which is WHOA crazy as he's always been a light sleeper and our bedrooms are attached.)

I'm knocking on wood like crazy but honestly? Everything really is fabulous-amazing. Everyone wins! Hooray!

Hal's pretty stoked, too.

Even Archer can't get enough of his "baby seester!"

And now, I will stumble for the right words to end this post, realizing after ten minutes of trying to construct a closing sentence that I seem to have misplaced my brain and ability to come up with anything clever and/or witty.

Maybe I should get out of the house, eh?

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Straight from the Bottle : newborn love

King Archer and the Nights of the (not so) Sound Fable

Lovesick, Homebound