It’s hard to believe tomorrow makes two full weeks of baby mooning and yet it does and with it come a return to work and travel for the Mister and a return to normal (or some version of normal) for me and the littles. I’m giving us next week to settle into a new-ish normal and find some sort of rhythm with this new little babe and then (hopefully) gently ease back into the demands of life.
I’m not one for sharing the details of my birth stories but I’ll tell you this little girl was born under the blood moon. The birth was an easy and lovely tub birth and I’d like to think it was because we were covered in prayers and well wishes (thank you!).
This little girl has a double first name just like her big sister the wee lass, family names from the Irish side. And now that we have a new wee lass, we’ve been calling them by their middle names the Magnolia (the wee lass) and the Camellia (the new little bit).
Sorry for the blurry pic but you can see the Magnolia excitedly welcoming the Camellia for the first time. The Magnolia was very excited about this baby’s arrival and hasn’t strayed far from either of us since her arrival. When I came home from the hospital the Magnolia greeted us at the door with her arms up in the air saying, I hug her! I hug my baby! Fortunately for us, this is a calm and docile baby and she is quite happy to fall asleep in her siblings’ arms while being squeezed and kissed on.
The day before and the day of the Camellia’s birth, Dixie was very lethargic and weak. A few hours after I gave birth, my cousin texted to let us know Dixie had passed in the night. Try as she might, she had been so dehydrated and malnourished and despite our efforts at syringe feeding, etc. she couldn’t quite kick the infection. When Mister went home that morning he buried her and the kids said a few words. Long story short, there was a rescue kitten at the vet clinic where my cousin works in need of a home. She had mentioned it to us in passing, wondering if Dixie might want a playmate. The kids had enjoyed our two weeks with Dixie so much they decided it would be good to rescue this cat and so I came home from the hospital to meet Oliver. And damn, if he isn’t a cute and lively little guy.
Oliver’s favorite place to be is asleep next to either the Magnolia or the Camellia. Watching a movie at night with the baby in a milk coma in my lap, he curls up against her back and purrs himself asleep. He’s learned he can’t settle into the Magnolia’s bed until after she is asleep but once she’s out, he makes his way to her and makes himself right at home.
There has been knitting! There has been reading! There have been naps under our beloved and sprawling Magnolia tree! I’m pretty sure I haven’t been this rested in ages. In fact the only negatives to this baby moon is tomorrow’s appointment to excise the rest of the nasty ‘C’ word from my scalp. On the upside, they should be able to get the rest and I’ll hopefully be done with this and will henceforward wear a hat when I’m out (lesson learned). Plus, new baby snuggling makes everything better, right? And there’s this which I’ve been repeating from St. Julian of Norwich, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”
May it all be well with you too!