My 3 children

by Kristi Van Dyk in

With a newborn its easy to overlook things. I find my usually very programmed lifestyle getting shot to pieces. I knew it would, it's just different when it actually happens. I have to take calming breaths and tell myself that this too shall pass :). (Maybe it will take 5 years but it will pass). The lack of schedule and organization allows me to forget all KINDS of things. For example, since sleep is my primary objective when I have any quiet time, I often forget to feed the cat, finish the laundry that got started, do the dishes ... all in the name of rushing off to bed for just a few short minutes of sleep. This means my house is worse than it's usual disarray ... Anyway, the point of this post is not to commiserate about my lack of sleep (again, I knew it was coming) or talk about how off my game I am. Rather, I'd like to highlight that in my perpetual state of doing only what's urgent (who ever is crying at the moment), I've forgotten a very important member of our family: Andre, our "first" child.

Andre has subtle (and not so subtle) ways of getting my attention. He'll attempt to snuggle himself between Benjamin and I during a nursing session; he will walk right through the middle of family dinner ... He will sleep on my chest with his nose RIGHT IN MY FACE so that I awake to big cat eyes. All of this is his way of saying I'M HERE TOO ... DON'T FORGET ME!!!

During my lunch on Monday, he had had enough ... It was blistering hot (we hadn't put in the window a/c yet), the babies had been very fussy, and I was short on sleep. I had finally had a chance to eat something (lunch at 1:00 p.m. was my first food intake of the day) and I was famished. I sat down to a well balanced spread :) and began to inhale. I had forgotten a spoon, and when I left, Andre jumped up on the table to inspect my food. When I returned, this is what I found:

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I started to get mad and throw him off the table and then had to stop myself because as I brought him to his water bowl, I realized it was bone dry. I don't remember the last time I refilled it (and Steve's not big into cat food/water duty... litter during pregnancy is about all he can handle)! Andre couldn't help it ... he probably really needed the water :( Poor kitty ... I promise I'll do better for you in the future :)