One week ago, Eden came into the world. Her birth was one part beautiful, two parts surreal, one part gory, two parts traumatic, and, best of all, all parts fully in the past. I am grateful she is here and I am grateful for how she came into the world - at home, in the comfort of my own bedrooom - but I am also grateful that it is over. And now, we're one week in to settling in, now a little family of four.
So far, that settling seems too be going fairly well, depending on your definition of success. We are sleeping ok, surprisingly. Isabel decided now was a great time to start sleeping through the night again, and Eden sleeps as well as any baby should, waking to eat two or three times between 7:30pm and 6:30am. She's a noisy sleeper though, grunting and squealing through the night; it's taking some getting used to, but one week in, I'm finally starting to sleep through her night time serenading.
Isabel seems pretty taken with Eden. Every morning, while she watches her cartoons, we let her hold her little sister, propping Eden's head up on a pillow, her little sleepy body draped over Isabel's lap. Big sister is not always the most gentle, and we sit close to make sure she doesn't shove Eden off her lap in a toddler fit.
But is she adjusting? I'm not sure yet. She's getting more screen time than I'm entirely comfortable with, screen time that has expanded from Netflix cartoons to iPad games and YouTube Kids. She's enjoying the increased control she has over her media consumption; I worry about how much she's consuming, and the quality of it. What is this period of adjusting our family going to do to our toddler's brain?
But today, we finally managed to get out for a bit. I took Isabel to a nearby playgroup and sat back and watched with Eden tucked into a ring sling as she ran around the large gymnasium, fully in her element among dozens of other toddlers and toys. Today reassured me that we will get back to normal, even if that normal looks a little different than it did before.
So far, so good.