Apparently the hike last weekend was quite successful. They went to the 2nd peak at Stawamish and when they got up to the chains and ladders, Callum kept saying, "Wow! Cool!" as my Dad carried him up. I guess the way down was a little scary for him, though, but Max slept through most of it as he was cuddled next to Jeff.
Nearly three weeks have passed now, and life is beginning to resemble normalcy. My days seem to begin around 4 or 5am since Max doesn't like to go back to sleep after that feeding and then Callum has been getting up like clockwork at exactly 6am every day. This makes it pretty hard to get more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep at night, and that is with the help of a husband who stay up to do the 2am feeding for me. So, I am working hard at pretending to feel well rested and jolly, though some days I am better at pretending than others.
Jeff was adventurous today and took both our boys to climb the Stawamish Chief with my Dad - Max on Jeff and Callum on Dad. I am very curious to see how that turns out, but their intent was to leave me alone to sleep, and I already got 3.5 hours of beautiful slumber that have cheered me up.
Anyway, I do have the two most handsome boys ever - Max is opening his eyes a lot more now and I am optimistic that he will have Callum's gorgeous eyes (size and shape maybe, but color undetermined).
He came out with his fists up, ready to take on the world - no really, he actually came out of me with his fists against his face, making the birthing process that much more fun!
The morning of Jeff's birthday started at a relatively civilized hour as it was 5:55am when my water broke and woke me up. I walked to the hospital while Jeff waited at home for Callum's grandma to come get him. By the time I was admitted, assessed and Jeff joined me, the contractions had quickly picked up and I was frequently reminding them that I am ready for an epidural as soon as I can get it... Ironically, it seems, the elusive anaesthesiologist finally shows up exactly as I scream out "the baby's coming - NOW!" So, unlike Callum's birth, there was no miracle drug this time to ease the process, but luckily it didn't take too long.
The dark hair and huge size seemed to help Jeff and I decide on the name Max for our new little boy. We are all home now, got through the first night with about 40 minutes of sleep (Max's day and night are apparently reversed), and my optimistic vibes towards breastfeeding seem to be working... Here's to surviving night number two...
Apparently the hike last weekend was quite successful. They went to the 2nd peak at Stawamish and when they got up to the chains and ladders, Callum kept saying, "Wow! Cool!" as my Dad carried him up. I guess the way down was a little scary for him, though, but Max slept through most of it as he was cuddled next to Jeff.
