This was it: the hard stuff. The part I'd been dreading when I learned I was pregnant with Summer, and thought ahead to having three girls under two years of age in my care. I couldn't do it. I dug my toes into the sand and got stubborn for a bit. Stubborn and mad that this was my truth. I blamed Rich, (after all this baby was his fault, of course), and then anything else I could think of before I ran out of targets and turned inward.
I'd have to do this. I needed to figure this out. I could do this. So, like any other time in my life when things seemed nearly impossible, I jumped in and learned to swim really fast.
|Hailey and Robin help take care of Summer, in their own way.|
And you know what? It hasn't been half bad. There have been times when a fly on the wall would have been smart to fly right out of the house rather than witness the chaotic scene in front of it, but for the most part, we've kept things pretty calm. We've found a little rhythm, made sure to keep each other fed when we start feeling cranky, and returned to cuddles when things break down. I still get a little knot in my stomach when Rich heads out the door, but Hailey, Robin and Summer have been forgiving of my steep learning curve.
Somewhere in our days together, we have all grown closer. I've learned so much about my girls from watching them closely in the quiet and in the noisy craziness. I know which books they like, how each likes to be held, and what lunches get thrown on the floor. I go to bed at night pretty exhausted, but happy to have the chance to be with my favourite little ladies.
|Nigel, cat in residence|