Take this afternoon for instance. Luke usually naps until 3:30-4:00 so I'm able to feed Reagan in relative peace without having to watch some cartoon we've already seen a million times so that Luke will stay still and not terrorize the house while I'm busy. Today he woke up at the exact same time as Reagan. Sweet. Praise the Lord that Andrea called at that time and was able to come distract Luke while I fed his sister. After Andrea left and Reagan was down for her nap, Reagan began to scream like I've never heard before. When I went in to check on her, she was having some trouble breathing because she had some quality boogers in her nose. Of course she didn't like those being removed, but because Luke was running around like a crazy man, I couldn't really soothe her. It was more of a speedy removal than anything else. I thought that this would solve our problem. That was so far from what happened.
At this point, Reagan hasn't pooped in two days. For the first week and a half of her life, she pooped at every diaper change. It was like clockwork. Poop was a staple in her diapers. Two days ago that changed and although she's had really wet diapers since then, no real poo to speak of (there was a shart or two...those don't really count). As the paranoid new mom, I of course researched this on WebMD, only to find out that it can be completely normal for a child of her age to poo only once a week. Once a week?!? Well this afternoon, Reagan's belly exploded. Two whole days of poo came out at once and she screamed even worse than earlier through the whole ordeal. My personal favorite part of the event is when she decided to let the waterfall of pee happen in the middle when I thought she was done, so pee ended up all over her, me, and the changing table. Needless to say, being soaked in her own pee didn't make her any happier.
Where is Luke during this whole debacle? Searching for and finding garbage bags under our sink (note to self: MOVE those!), pulling them out of the box, and spreading them over our kitchen floor. Next, he found the bassinet in our room and pushed it out to where his toys are and then spread his toys out around it.
I can't win. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore my children and I wouldn't change being at home with them for anything, but man-I am worn out. I keep telling myself it will get easier.
Man, I can't wait for that day to come.