I forgot how much laundry newborns require. Whoa. It's a lot. All those bodily fluids make for some messes. Before I know it, Layton's on his 4th outfit for the day and I'm ready to start yet another load of his clothes. It's crazy. Queen of laundry right here.
I forgot just how hard it is to comfort an extremely mad and upset baby. Once you miss the window of opportunity to calm him down- watch out- it's gonna be a while. The bouncing, pacing, shh-shing, rocking, paci-offering, and smooth talking isn't going to work so well. At least not for a while. All you can do is remain calm and wait it out.
I totally forgot what sleep-deprived feels like. Oh my gracious it's a doozy. It is sooo not a good feeling. Exhausting and draining and ROUGH pretty much sum it up.
I forgot how my husband and I would become more like roommates instead of husband and wife. Can you say BUSY? At least we get to carry on a conversation occasionally and maybe even sit down at the same time on the same couch to watch a show every now and then.
I forgot what I have a newborn and a toddler (and a 5 year old this time!) multi-tasking feels like. It's just a blur of busyness, craziness, and super mom-ness going on.
I even forgot how many diapers they require. It's a TON in case you forgot too.
Baby #3 has definitely made me remember. Life is busy. It is exhausting. It's even pretty challenging. But it's such a blessing too. This season and the opportunity to experience it again and the gift of Layton has got to be one of my biggest blessings ever.
I didn't just forget the not-so-fun and glamorous, I forgot lots of other thing too. Some of the best things.
I forgot just how much I would love this new little bundle of joy... the way he has shown me a glimpse of how much God loves me... that my heart would be filled to the brim yet again just as it was with Garrison and then again with Austin. I knew and trusted it would happen again, I just forgot what it felt like. It's a love you can't even put into words.
I forgot the joy I would experience seeing a big brother love his little brother. It is so special and so sweet and so innocent. I don't think anyone else can love and adore Layton quite like Garrison and Austin.
I forgot how I would fall in love with my husband all over again. The way my heart melts seeing him hold, love, and care for a teeny, tiny baby is pure joy. There is nothing like a daddy taking care of his newborn baby.
I forgot just how sweet and wonderful that teeny, tiny baby would smell after bath time. Oh the yumminess.
I forgot what a gift it is to hear soft, contented sighs while rocking him or after he eats or once he finally calms down after a fussy spell. Sweetest sound ever.
I forgot the absolutle oodles of cuteness that come with all those grunts, yawns, and stretches. Presh.
I forgot what amazing teammates we are. Tag-teaming is one thing, zone defense is another. When daddy is normal, we rock at it.
I forgot the way my arms would feel cradling our newest baby boy. That feeling of a tiny bundle (who belongs to you!) in your arms is priceless. And because he's growing everyday I just soak it up. One day that tiny bundle will be as big as my bigger bundles.
I forgot how my heart would skip a beat when he holds onto my finger or looks in my eyes or quiets when he hears my voice.
I forgot lots. Not everything, but a lot. And now, thanks to Layton Thomas, I'm remembering. The joy. The wonder. The love. The blessing. And thanks to Garrison and Austin I know things will calm down. It will always be an adventure, but it will calm down. I know I will sleep all night again. I know my husband and I will be more than roomies soon enough. I know diapers won't last forever and neither will that wretched witching hour. For now though, this stage and season is treasured. It's not always smooth-sailing and easy what with poopy diapers, tons of laundry, wild big boys, and a sleep-deprived mama, but it is treasured. Not every second of every day, but every day as a whole. I'm so glad I get to remember. God is good.