I specifically remember, as a teenager, thinking about what my last delivery would be like...totally imagining that the relief I would feel at never, ever having to push another baby out of my body again. *laughing*
Yes, I really do remember thinking this... ;)
But honestly, the whole thing has sort of felt like a haze. Where I envisioned myself being completely elated right after they put Raquel on my chest...instead I just felt a flood of mixed emotions.
mostly just exhaustion (after two weeks of waking up around 3am every morning) and a desire to curl up in the strength of Jet's arms.
But now...the hospital phase is over. And my girls have met their smallest sister.
loved on her.
claimed her as their own.
held her for lengthy periods of time, smothering her in kisses and hugs.
I wasn't sure how the whole adjustment period would go. If there would be jealousy or hurt feelings or ...what.
But I can say after having her home for a week and a half, the girls have transitioned well.Yes, there have been some weepy moments. (which could be due to the fact that both Alana and Raegan are teething molars)
But mostly, the girls have opened their arms wide (literally) welcoming the newest little sister into the folds.
Even Alana (15 months) wants to hug and kiss on her.
And me? I'm just so amazed that all these little beauties are mine.
