The theme of the past few days has been the endless help we are receiving from our family and friends. I'm amazed by everyone's generosity. Dan was with Leo at the hospital until late afternoon on Wednesday. Meanwhile that day, my next-door neighbor took Peter to his park program, my oldest SIL came to visit Tim and I, my sister visited Leo and Dan, my dad took Peter from the park to swimming, my MIL visited Leo and Dan, then my dad brought Peter to the hospital to visit Leo. My BIL and niece brought supper. My youngest SIL came to the house just before Dan and Leo returned from the hospital and stayed until the boys' bedtime.
After having the house and baby pretty much to myself for the first half of the day, I felt really overwhelmed by the noise and presence of the big brothers and flipped out whenever they got too close and started squishing him or me. My personal space bubble around Tim and me was pretty strong. Don't mess with my baby! Meanwhile, we were trying to convince Leo not to jump off anything or whack anyone with his splint.
That night went alright. I woke Dan up once for a diaper change, but it wasn't a big deal.
Thursday we all woke up at home for a change. Around the time Dan brought Peter to swimming and the library, my MIL and her sister came over and kept Leo busy (but not too active). The baby slept all afternoon and they brought him outside while I took a nap.
Around 5pm, Timothy started nursing. He seemed to nurse half an hour, maybe pause a bit, then nurse again. I was able to get an hour break around 10pm before he started again. By 1am I was beyond touched out and had Dan deal with him however he could so I could cope. We all must have fallen asleep around 2 and slept pretty well after that.
In the morning, Dan took the boys to the chiropractor (Leo took over my appointment to see if he needed any help post-fall) and then the dentist. My next-door neighbor came over, bringing my favorite pie plus 4 boxes of cereal, and took dozens of pictures of Timothy outside. Dan brought Leo home while Peter went to swimming and I had Leo paint the sidewalk with cornstarch-water while I sat on a lawn chair with a sleeping baby.
At 1pm, a friend brought dinner, Dan came home and my mom and sister came over to clean my basement in preparation for a shower-turned-baby-welcoming. We had planned to hold it at my mom's house, but decided that we could have it despite the baby if I didn't have to go anywhere. I ventured down my first flight of stairs (very slowly) and helped somewhat from the couch. The plan is to have people help cut and begin sewing medium diapers so I have them ready before Timothy needs them (which seems a little less near given his birth weight). I asked for sewing help in lieu of baby gifts. Seeing as how my sister and I culled 3 bags of 3-6 month clothes from the bin and still have a giant Rubbermaid container waiting, clothes seem a bit superfluous. I stayed downstairs until midnight, after watching a movie. I hadn't watched TV since the hospital because it's downstairs.
My bleeding has dropped considerably, although it picked up a little this afternoon after I spent a fair amount of the day upright. I can almost sit normally, although I'm nervous that the church pews on Sunday might be too much. My milk supply is pretty well regulated -- I drip if he sleeps longer than usual (like in the Hotsling for 4 hours this late afternoon), but I don't feel engorged at all. Yay for self-regulation and sufficient milk! We weighed Tim on our scale on Wednesday and he was the same 6 lbs 7 oz that the home health nurse found on Monday. So he's steady and not dropping anyway. I'll see where he's at tomorrow. We're bringing him to the pediatrician on Monday. I'm down to 8 lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight.
Tomorrow we have nothing planned. I'll stay off the stairs and rest some more so I'm ready to possibly go to church (first post-hospital car ride, less than a mile away) and have the shower/party on Sunday. I'm hoping to only go in the car for essential things like the doctor's appointment next week. The kids don't have any scheduled activities. The current plan is for Dan to work the afternoons Monday - Thursday. A friend offered to watch the boys for an afternoon or two (thank you, wonderful people!) and I'll have family come the other days, if possible. By the end of next week, I'm hoping to be up for a somewhat busier third week, with the boys in Vacation Bible School and some picnics and whatnot that involve car rides. Dan will probably work half days again that week, then have a few days off before workshops begin for the school year. I'm so glad I don't need to worry about being 5 days postpartum when the boys start school and Leo needs to be picked up daily. Five weeks will be much easier to handle.