After nursing, bathing, changing, nursing, washing, nursing, changing and nursing baby Easton all morning, Mikelle and I finally got out the door about 1:30 p.m. She was exhausted, but still in good spirits — taking care of her little one. She tries to keep a spotless house, keep up on laundry, dishes, beds and baby each and every day and even when it takes ALL day to get going, she’s still delightful.
We were driving away, only about two blocks into our ginormous list of things to get done, and she said, “OH MY WORLD! What has HAPPENED to me?!?” I have throw-up on my pants, on my shirt, in my hair, I have no makeup on, my bra doesn’t fit, my hair is done, but no hairspray, ugggghhh,
I said, “I think you look beautiful.”
“Yes, of course.”
We got the rented breast pump taken back to the hospital, went to the bank, got the birth certificate mailed to the insurance, went to Sam’s, the craft store, [of course!] Wal-Mart for groceries . . . so many things and then headed back to their place for dinner and some quiet time.
More nursing, bathing, changing, nursing, washing, nursing, changing and nursing baby Easton all evening.
What has happened is MoTheRhoOd! Are she wears it well!
PS: We also went to the produce department and weighted baby Easton in their scale. 9 pounds! Mother’s milk!