I stood in line at the voting precinct for over two hours last night. With a ten day old baby. Let me tell you something, the more babies you have, the more your body hates you afterward, and standing for two long hours is not a good idea.
Mr. and I went together, and my saint of a mother stayed home with the other 3 littles. Then when we were almost to the front of the line, Mr. realized that he had been sent an early ballot in the mail, and unless he wanted to wait in another really long line, he needed to run (literally like the wind) home and get it. I told him to leave the Babes Aves with me as I was fairly worried that she would awake at any moment and demand milk pronto. (I had no actual plan for feeding her in that situation, but still) So I spent the last 1/2 an hour in a hot non-air conditioned room (seriously, in Arizona?) Swinging the car seat back and forth, praying that she didn't wake up, while my body was cursing me and my milk let down. It was a fine moment for me.
Then I voted, and just as I walked out of the door there was Craig swooping right in and grabbing the carseat right out of my tired hands. I could have kissed him, but there where about 7 billion people watching, and you know, PDA.
When we got home, my mother informed us that Mr Ethan (who's tummy had been bothering him all afternoon) had effectively emptied the entirety of it's contents into the silver mixing bowl. There was minimal damage to the carpet, but it had already been cleaned.
I stood frozen for probably 10 seconds while the panic washed over me.
"Oh my gosh, my five year old has the stomach flu, and I have a newborn who he's been kissing, and two other kids who have been kissing her all week as well. And how am I going to sit up all night with my sick 3rd baby and still go nurse my 4th baby every two hours. And Hannah is in the school spelling bee tomorrow, I promised her I'd go..."
Mr. told me he'd stay up and sleep on the couch with Ethe, and my mom said she'd stay home with him tomorrow so I could go to the bee, and then she went and helped Hannah study some more, and I sat down and nursed Ava, who Ethan has already nicknamed Avi, just like we all call him Ethe, and I kind of love that.
And Ava is getting a tubby tomorrow, and there's almost nothing more fantastic than bathing a newborn. And I'm kind of a pro at it. Which makes me feel like maybe I'm cut out to be a mother of four. Just maybe.
But, two things I'm certain about:
1. Pick a man who'll stay up all night with your sick little even when he has work in the morning.
2. Keep your friends close and your mother closer.