Things I have loved/not loved about being a mom in the past week

Loved:

-Hearing Leighton swallow. Probably my favorite sound in the world.

-Watching Eva take a bit more interest in him, even if it comes across a little rough.

-Getting good cuddles from Eva after she woke up from a nap. She let me kiss her a ton, and it was great.

-Hearing Eva say words when she is trying to repeat after me. She says "dot" and other little words. Andrew just informed me that today at church she said "Jesus." That's awesome.

-Looking at my children's beautiful blue eyes.

-Saying "the kids" plural in a sentence and realizing that I feel really proud of that. I have 2 kids. Why can't I get over that?

-Putting Leighton in his new bouncer chair. I love that thing.

Not loved:

-Getting peed on when Eva sat on my lap in her swimsuit. Sick.

-Feeling like I'm so tired I'm going to die when we get up with Leighton at night.

-Pumping. And pumping, and pumping, and pumping, and pumping...Time really goes by fast when you have to do something at a 3 hour interval like that. Blah.

-Leighton taking a full hour to eat this morning when I tried to nurse him like a real mom instead of pump and bottle feed. He is possibly the world's SLOWEST eater, and I don't think I'll be able to do that ever again.

-Dealing with Eva's tantrums. Holy cow, when will this stage be over with? She's cute, but MAN, she's ornery sometimes!

In the end, though, the good definitely outweighs the bad. I won't lie and say it's easy and happy all the time.

It's been great having my mom here to help for the last several days. She just left to go back home to Houston a few minutes ago, and we are left here on our own. For real this time. It's daunting and scary to think that I'm going to have to deal with Eva while still trying to get the hang of breastfeeding--or rather, get Leighton to swallow with a little more speed so it doesn't take so long. I still can't pick her up very well (probably the biggest drawback of a C-section) and that's going to be tough. She gets pretty upset when I don't give her what she wants. What can I say--she gets that from me. I'm 24 and still haven't grown out of it. :) How will I feed both of them and still get time to take a shower myself? How will I handle it when they are both crying at the same time? The thought of it makes me shudder. But...hopefully in another week, when I'm a little more used to doing this mother-of-two stuff by myself, I will still be able to say that there are more good things than bad. Cross your fingers for me.