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Well, I'd say that first week went pretty darn well.  True, part of it was spent in the hospital with nurses' help, but! once we were home, I was pleasantly surprised by how easy things were.  I was afraid I would be super overwhelmed, not able to care for two kids adequately, too sore and tired to function.

By my second day in the hospital, I was walking downstairs to the cafeteria with Nick.  By my first day home, I could get out of my own bed without any help (yeah, I was doing that just fine in the hospital, but my bed at home is way higher up!).    By my second day home, I was going shopping! ( I needed a prescription and didn't want to sit in the car.)  So the recoop has been a million times better than with Tristan.  Probably because I knew what to expect, so I knew how to deal with it, and I was better about actually getting up and getting around.  And, I might add, all accomplished on ibuprofen!  That's right, go  me!

Doing things one handed hasn't been too bad either.  While holding Aramis I have made sandwiches, done dishes and laundry, changed Tristan's diaper and put on his shoes, and fed myself.  It's amazing what you can do when you have to.  And he is such a chill baby, he doesn't mind loud noises (aka Tristan) or me taking care of things while holding him.  I couldn't have asked for a better baby!

Tristan has still been a little dramatic and sensitive.  You tell him no for anything, and he has a complete meltdown.  Add that to his selective hearing, and it's a disaster.  I'll be trying to feed Aramis and he'll start doing something naughty, but he doesn't stop until I actually get up and raise my hand like I am going to spank him.  Two seconds later, he is back at it!  I'm going to attribute it to all the change, Nick was gone for a week, I was gone for almost a week, he spent that time with my parents, and now there is a new baby at home.  I'm hoping as time goes he'll learn to cope better and stop being such, well, a little girl.   When he's behaving, he's a sweetheart, and he loves to help me do things like change Aramis' diaper, get him a binki, watch me feed him a bottle, give kisses.  So I feel really bad having to yell at him all the time.  But when both my hands are tied up, not much else I can really do.

In other news, we have transitioned Tristan to a toddler bed.  Basically, since his crib converts, we just took off the front railing and put up a toddler railing.  So now he can get in and out of his own bed.  Good for me who can't lift him, but bad for me because putting him to bed takes hours.  He keeps getting up and playing with his toys!  It may take a few days, but I'm sure we'll get that one down as well.

Aramis is doing fantastic.  Still having problems with feedings every so often, but I have been vigilant.  We'll keep trying for an hour if we have to, and sometimes that's just what we end up doing.  He has a really hard time with the bottle, because even the slow flow is too fast for him and he chokes, so I only resort to that when he absolutely will not breastfeed.  He prefers to breastfeed, but I don't know, the minute I get him going, it's like he's drinking valium and out he goes.  I'm assuming as he gets bigger and stronger, that will get easier for him too.  Other than that, perfect little angel, and I adore him!  I hold him all day just because, hehe, he's just so sweet I love it!

And that's how things are going for us right now!  Not too bad, right?

Sharing his monkey, cute huh?