Where does my time go?

Kim here-  These last three weeks seem to have swallowed up by a big blur.  I suppose being up most of the night, every night, will do that to you. 

All of us has been sick for about a week which hasn't made things any easier.  Mike and I are on the mend, it is hard to tell if Logan  is getting better or not.  He has congestion which the bulb suction thing won't get out and he can't sleep unless he's being held- he needs to be more upright to breathe.  Finally, today it occurred to me that his bouncer- which I hadn't previously used with him, might be the perfect angle that I can put him down and be able to get some things done (like brush my teeth) without him screaming.  And voila!  He is sleeping like an angel.  Too bad I didn't think of this 7 days ago...ugh

Last Tuesday my parents came for Thanksgiving and to meet the baby.  Maybe if Logan hadn't of been sick, he might have been up to going out so much, but it was pretty stressful for him (LOTS OF SCREAMING-everywhere we went)...with my mom's help, I did manage to cook Thanksgiving dinner, I didn't go all out, we had a reasonable amount of traditional dishes, but only easy things.  I managed to forget to put salt in the stuffing but that was the only issue and it was delicious!  But our refrigerator is not working correctly.... and keeps changing temps from 30-55 degrees SO all the left overs are in the freezer, waiting to be thawed and eaten later...  It is hard not being able to put most food in the refrigerator unless you are eating it later that day.

Saturday we went to our friends house in the evening for fellowship and dinner, it has been a long time since we've been able to make it, everyone was super excited to see the baby, he was a little over stimulated and after waking up to eat, was too upset to settle down and sleep.  This evening has made me realize that my whole life now revolves around Logan's eating, pooping and pee schedule and even though I am content with that- I need to find something else to talk about if I want to have discussions with other people.  I am not sure where to start because feeding him takes up most of my day...but it is something to work on.

Logan at 3 weeks old-

Logan's clothes are all too big for him, his feet only come down 2/3 of the length of the pants part of this Tigger outfit.  The newborn cloths are the only ones that fit good but none of those are warm or fleece so he usually gets dressed in at least 3 layers even at home, and he shivers extremely when he gets his diaper changed.   He is growing quickly though, he hasn't been weighed since the 19th but at that point (2 weeks) he was almost a pound above his birth weight and I see his face and limbs getting chubbier by the day.

I think my stitches are finally healing- or starting to dissolve, I no longer double over in pain when I cough, sneeze, blow my nose or the minute my pain medicine wears off.  When I feed Logan, I've had a lot of time to reflect on life and God.   Specifically the curse that God put on women- that child birth would be painful.  I know it is painful for every woman....I do think that my experience was more painful then normal, with my epidural wearing off just in time to feel everything being done to me to get the baby out,  forceps are an evil contraption.  And I feel robbed of that moment of 'happiness' where the woman forgets all the pains of labor when the baby is placed in her arms....and with the long recovery.  It has brought a new reality in a tangible way,  of how much God hates sin.

The bouncer, only bought me an hour of time, he's now screaming...back to the feed, diaper and sleep routine.