My girls are due today, and will be five weeks old tomorrow. Time is going by really fast, and I'm trying to cram as many newborn snuggles in as I can before they graduate and become big ol' babies. Abby seems like a teenager, by comparison. We take special care after a shower (not a bath!) to wrap up and condition her long, curly hair so that it looks nice in the morning. She says things like, "Oh yes, that's a great idea!" and helps feed her baby sisters their bottles. The sun is staying higher in the sky for longer every day and, like Ferris Bueller says, I really need to stop and look around once in awhile because life can move pretty fast.
Life is pretty simple around here. There's a rotation of babies being fed, rocked, bounced and cuddled. Bottles filled, emptied, cleaned and dried. I am continually eating, sipping water, pumping milk or nursing a baby, fueling with good nourishing foods as input to support my output. Finding an extra hand to play dolls with Abby, or make a puzzle. Strapping babies to our chests, me and papa bear, so we can all go out to the woods for a walk in the rich afternoon sunshine. I don't find a lot of quiet moments just for me, so when I do, I indulge in a good snack, read a couple of pages from my latest book, do some postnatal yoga or sleep.
It's not always rhythmic, but there's a subtleness to our routine, shallow as it may be while we tread and find our new normal.
I stopped and looked out the back window one morning this week, after the babies had been fed and before I went to get Abby from her room for breakfast. I saw this beautiful pink and orange sunrise painted across the mountains, and it made me really glad to live in such a picturesque mountain town.
Spring is coming, our house is filled with new life, and my heart beats for the three little ladies whose smiles fill my days.