Here in the UK we are fortunate in that many firms offer two weeks paid paternity leave for fathers’ after a new baby is born. Our boy arrived on a Friday, and my hubby had worked from home so the first day of his leave didn’t start until the Monday. Him going back to work on March 3rd seemed like light years away at the time, but those 18 days have whizzed by and here we are.
Our two weeks together as a family of five have been a mixed bag of emotions. Our eldest has fallen back into bad sleeping habits which has been tougher to contend with than the baby for the most part. Our 2yo has been heavily resisting her nap but still desperately needs it and is so tired. She’s a totally different kid to the one she usually is that sleeps well.
Our time together hasn’t been perfect, there have been cross words and tensions running high. There have been thoughts in my head that haven’t been entertained for years. We have all spent a big chunk of this past fortnight in survival mode. Luckily there have been some magic moments too, here are my favourites.
– the fab lunch we all enjoyed at a beautiful restaurant to celebrate our anniversary
– Hubby taking 4yo to the cinema to see Tinkerbell while I sat in a cafe feeding baby and reading as 2yo napped in her buggy
– Hubby taking 2yo swimming and seeing how excited she was about going
– watching the girls playing nicely at home in between the chaos before they started fighting (again!)
So as of today it is business as usual, except I now have a newbie to feed every couple of hours and care for in addition to everything else that needs doing, and everyone else that needs looking after. Right now on a few hours sleep, I’m wondering how I’m even going to manage to brush my teeth or have a shower today. Wish me luck! On the plus side I get to look at the gorgeous little fella above all day.