Joy is three days old, and all is well. She seems to have a regular fussy period between midnight and three, but other than that has been treating her parents well. She sleeps well, despite the frequent checking, patting, and noisy chaos that comes with having three loving, young siblings. She eats well, drinking in great, noisy gulps. Mom is handling the engorgment stage as well as can be expected without having a nursing toddler to help out. Grandma is happy to be done with meconium diapers.
It is a busy household. Life with three active children doesn't stop just because a fourth had been added. Chores must be done. Maybe we could manage if Noah didn't wipe the table for a day or so (though life would soon get rather sticky), or if Jonathan didn't vacuum the living room floor, but if they neglected their daily task of bringing in wood we'd soon be very cold.
School continues, also, though formal lessons were let slip a bit because the biys had worked ahead earlier in the week. Informal lessons of course go on full tilt. (I overheard just now a science lesson on mammary glands.) I had hoped to provide more help in this area, and have a math idea I'm particularly eager to show to Jonathan, but having no voice has made this impossible at present.
Dinnertime is always exciting, as other families are not only bringing meals but staying (as requested) to share them. One night we had sixteen people here—five adults, seven boys 10 and under, and the two little girls! I've been managing to last through dinner , but have retreated to my room shortly afterwards. I’m not sure which is the biggest factor: (1) my need for extra sleep to speed healing, (2) my need as an introvert for time alone to recharge, or (3) my need as a person with strong opinions on many subjects to avoid a situation where there is lively, interesting conversation and I cannot say anything at all! *
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