Oliver is one week old today, and it's amazing to me how much can change in just seven days. One week ago today I was recovering from surgery and could barely hobble to the bathroom from my hospital bed. Today I'm up doing laundry, vacuuming, and was actually willing and able to wear makeup. I'm slowly starting to feel human again!
As for little Ollie, he's doing great. We took him in for his weight check and he was already almost back up to birth weight, which doesn't surprise me considering how well he eats. He's been such a champ at nursing and it still shocks me how easy it was this time around.
Nights are pretty rough sometimes. Some nights he'll sleep for two or three hours at a time, other nights he'll only sleep for 45 minutes and then want to eat again. Luckily Sean has been home all week to help me and keep me from having a breakdown when I'm exhausted and trying to stay awake to feed the baby.
Taylor loves his baby brother and thinks he's really cute, but gets frustrated when our attention is focused on Oliver. Sometimes Tay is super sweet and cooperative and helps whenever we ask, and other times he's an absolute monster and spends most of the day on time-out. I'm sure this is a difficult transition for him and we're trying to spend as much time as possible with him so he doesn't feel like he's been replaced.
I am so grateful for my family. I've been thinking lately about all Sean and I have been through and how much we've grown together, and I feel so lucky to be growing a family with him. Our boys are so amazing and so beautiful and I'm so thankful for every moment I have with them. Life is good.