I have never had so little time in my life.
I want to write.
But dear Lord.
I had kinda forgotten how hard this baby stuff is.
Plus last time I did it, I didn’t have a crazy 4-year-old to deal with too.
Plus there’s all the added extracurricular activities that come with a preemie.
Between Meyer, Asher and I, we had 7 medical appointments this week.
Read ‘em and weep.
Today, for example, Meyer had 2 different doctor appointments.
We were out so long, I tube fed him in the car 3 times.
One of our doctor appointments this week was for me.
Because on top of all this, I got strep throat.
And Gabe left town on business.
Funny thing though.
I remember thinking all this newborn stuff (because that’s essentially what Meyer is even though he’s technically 3 months old) was sooo hard when Asher was born. And all I had to do was take care of him. And he was a regular, full-term baby with no issues. And Gabe was in law school and around a lot more than he is now.
I laugh at my innocence.
That was nothing.
Now I juggle a 4-year-old and a preemie with medical appointments out the wazoo.
And when he yanks the feeding tube out, I thread it back into his nostril, down his throat and into his belly.
I find it kind of unbelievable myself.
And I do this while my husband’s out of town and I have strep.
Ya know, my very first post 2 years ago was called “I Am No Super Mom.”
I take it back.
I am a Super Mom.