My father is coming to watch the girls today and tomorrow morning for Randy and me. I decided Audrey just wasn't working. It was a hard phone call to make, since I was essentially firing her. but I've fired people from real jobs before (not fun), so telling a babysitter it wasn't working was not as hard as I had originally thought, especially since originally it was supposed to be in our home starting at 2 pm and had morphed into at her home a hour away and not until 4:30 p.m.
So, Dad to the rescue! I called up yesterday and he was super excited. And it's so nice to know that not only is someone I trust watching the girls while we work, but Grandpa gets to spend time with his girls. Now we just have to get serious about finding care for the girls Tuesday and Wednesday. It's just tough because Wednesday include the night, but we'll make it work. Either that or the girls just start spending Wednesday nights with me at church. Not the worst thing, but I'd be able to better give myself to the kids if the babies weren't there.
This morning both of the girls greeted me with good morning smiles. How fantastic! I'm used to seeing Mae's little grins, but Eve is more reluctant with hers but they are both so beautiful. And that's why we do it, isn't it? That's why we put up with 3-4 hours sleep/night, poopy diapers that spill out the sides, incessant crying for 2-3 hours...for moments like that when that smiles breaks across their face just because you showed up in their limited field of vision.
Right now Mae is kinda sleeping at my side, thinking about waking up again and being hungry while Eve is getting fussy in the playpen. Last night they went six hours without eating and slept for five hours straight. This is encouraging because they're doing it about every other night right now. I know it's early for them to begin sleeping through the night, but every little thing helps right now.
Mae has gotten very good at breastfeeding over the past two weeks, which is really nice. However, it comes at Eve's expense, since I tend to go the easy route and just nurse Mae and not pump a lot for little Eve, who has still never latched on. Not that it seems to affect her too much, since she's obviously growing, but I wish they both would nurse, as it is easier. Ah well.
Yesterday I got proof that the babies have fully been accepted by the dogs into our pack. I bathed the girls one at a time and while I was putting lotion on their super cute little naked butts Bailey (our big dog) was on the couch next to me...have I mentioned that I'm probably a horribly neglectful mother because I change, dress, massage, etc. my babies on the couch rather than getting a special changing table for them...Bailey leaned over, smelled the babies and started rubbing herself against them. She did the same thing to me when I first came home from the hospital, on order to get her scent on us because we no longer smelled like the pack. It meant a lot to me, since yes, the dogs had been good since the babies got home, but this was proof that they've been accepted. Yeah!
The house needs some work before my father shows up. Not that he will think poorly of me if the house isn't clean, but I want to make sure everything is easily accessible and out in the open...especially food...when he gets here. And I need to shower, since it's been two days since I last did that. tehehe.
And, as a closing thought, a quote from 'Grease':
...the only guy a girl can trust is her daddy...
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