Tomorrow, 12 days after his entry into this world, baby Finn will be coming home.
I have so many emotions surrounding this. I feel like the last 2 weeks I have been neglecting P, but there was no way around it. I know he's missed me. And tomorrow I'm going to turn his world upside down in another way by bringing home a BABY. I feel guilty about this!
I'm also terrified. Since I have to supplement right now (hopefully not forever!!!) it takes an hour easily to nurse, give bottle, and pump. An hour. Every 3. I guess it could be worse. And P really is very independent. I just have to make an effort to spend more time focused on him when F is sleeping.
And squeeze in chores, and cooking food again...right. No problem. I will get a groove going. Oh, and apply for jobs. Because I REALLY need to get another income coming into the house. Desperately. Not that I want to leave the boys, but I just don't see any other option. I really don't want to leave F this early, especially, but it could take several weeks for anything to really come through, so I'm applying now. I use pumping time to do applications.
I can't believe he's coming home. I can't believe there will be 2 kids in my house. Life is surreal...