Saying goodbye!

Baby Monkey with our midwife Jennie!

   Last Wednesday, I went to see the midwives for my last visit. At 6 weeks postpartum, my pregnancy and birthing journey is done. At this point Baby Monkey and myself will transfer to our GP. It's a milestone for us. But with each milestone comes a bit of sadness. This is the point when my relationship with my midwives  has come to an end. It's the last time that I will book appointments and go for a check-up. Of course, I will probably pop by their office one in a while and say hello (I would guess that's the perk of working as a midwife - you get to see the babies you delivered grow up), but this was the last time that I was scheduled to come in. Why is this so sad? Well, these ladies provide so much support for the whole family during a very special time in peoples' lives. By nature of the profession, to be a midwife you must be a caring and compassionate person . So it's only natural that women came to like our midwives very much. And it's only natural that we will miss them very much.

   The visit went well, and Baby Monkey is growing as he is supposed to. He got much bigger and now weighs 11lbs 8oz and measures 22 1/4 inches. He has also reached his newborn milestone of holding his head up and smiling. He loves smiling. His favorite person in the world right now is not myself but Funky Monkey. He absolutely adores his oldest brother. And I am happy to report that the feeling is mutual. Every morning Funky Monkey comes over to my bedroom and talks to Baby Monkey. He can charm this little baby to stop crying or cause him to produce little coo's that no one else can. It's very endearing.

   Girly Monkey has come to adore her baby brother too. She asks me every day if she can hold him. Baby Monkey likes her soothing voice and often just spends time staring at her face as she talks to him. One person that had a bit of trouble of adjusting to the new comer was Little Monkey. For the first few weeks he made sure to avoid any contact with Baby Monkey and often made angry voices when he did interact with him. I am happy to report that this has changed now and he now talks gently to his little brother, for the most part! He even asks to hold his little brother once in a while.

   I am still adjusting to not having any time. I already came to terms with having little to no time to myself when I became a mom of three, but now I don't even have the time for others and to do the very necessary things that need to get done. Just taking care of the kids, doing laundry and dishes and feeding my family takes all my waking hours. Throw into the mix feeding and changing the baby numerous times a day (and night!) and I am lucky to get 6 hours of sleep (in 2 hour increments). That's right, being new mom, although rewarding, is very tiring! Here is to hoping that we all get more sleep!