Stretch

Have you ever written a post that you wanted to hang on to?  So you decide to not update because you love that last thing you wrote about so much.   That's what I've been doing...Thank you so much for all of your sweet comments on Maggie's birth story.  It was such a beautiful experience that  I just want to hold onto those exact feelings I had the night that she joined us... But life continues to move forward and  Mags is 2 weeks old now, so I suppose the blog should move on as well.  We love her so much.  She is such a precious girl, just like Libby.

Speaking of my sweet Little...what a time she has had!  We had two days this week with just the three of us.  Babs and G-dad went home and Dadue went back to work, leaving me, alone, with both of them until Grandma arrived Tuesday evening.  At one point on Tuesday all three of us were crying on the couch.  Libby was crying b/c she could not have her way, Maggie was crying b/c she didn't have my full attention, and I was crying b/c I couldn't figure out how to be everything that they both needed me to be.  I was sure that my arms were far to short to hold them both.  That was the low point,  that was the point when I couldn't find something to laugh about...

A few tears and minutes later I was trying to make a grilled cheese sandwich for Libs,  and hold Mags all at once.  Well, I guess I jostled my Littlest a bit too much b/c she spit up all over my hair, my arm, and the floor after a few flips of the grilled cheese.  I think that God sent the spit ups, He knew that breast milk crusted in my hair would make me laugh.
What else is left to do when you have to throw your shirt in the laundry and find 2 seconds to run up stairs to find a clean shirt so that you're not running around the house in your ever so sexy nursing bra?

If I'm honest with you, I would tell you that I'm having a hard time finding the right balance of mothering them both, the best I can.  There is this part of me that wants to sit on the couch and stare into Maggie's deep blue eyes all day long while she tucks her little body into a ball on my chest and ignore the rest of the life that is whirling around me.  

 

Then there is this other part  of me that wants to scoop Libby up and go to the park, or the movies, or go on a Starbucks date together so that I could get a Mocha and she could get a "cow milk," just the two of us and nobody else. 

But, I can't sit on this couch forever,  and Libby loves her baby sister too much and would be sad if we tried to go somewhere with out her I think.
Deep breaths,
deep praying,
I can almost feel my arms stretching.

 

  I'm going to continuing searching and praying for just the right balance in mothering.  Let's be real though, we're girls, I'm sure there will be other days, lots of days, when we're all crying on the couch and I think that's okay.

 

'Till then, I'm gonna love them to death, the best that I can, and pray to my Lord that he will continue to stretch my arms long enough to wrap around them both twice...or more!

Grace and Peace Friends

xoxo