Gabriella now has a nickname.
As of 3am this morning, I now refer to my daughter as “Special Sauce”. I’ve modified it a little because I do not believe it is humanly possible for me speak proper English when conversing with an almost 3 week old baby (who happens to be the CUTEST BABY EVER!). So, I’ve removed the “S” out of special and call her “Peshial sauce”
She is now officially “Mommy’s Peshial Sauce”.
You think she’ll hate me for that when she’s 13? Because this is no passing fad nickname, this is the real thing.
My God, how I love my lil’ Pechal Sauce. And so do her brothers, Butterball and Monkey Butt! The greatest joy of my life right now is watching them love on her. They can’t get enough of her and I can’t get enough of watching them interact with her. They kiss her, talk to her, rub her feet, change her diaper. They tell her how pretty she is, how precious she is and how much they love her, constantly. It’s absolutely beautiful to watch. All of the fears I had about bringing another child into this family, all of the guilt I had for taking attention away from the boys has vanished. They are overjoyed that she is a part of our family and that makes me very happy.

One of the many reasons I used to say I didn’t want any more children was because of how easy life had become now that my boys are no longer in the baby/toddler stages of their life. No more diaper changes, or bottles. And the days of “potential diaster or embarassing moments” (Like the time I took them to the mall and Ethan saw the naked mannequin.) are pretty much a thing of the past. (Except for the occassional moments of “loud enough for half of the store to hear” comments they make, like yesterday at Target when Ethan was pushing the stroller, bumped into my ass and said “Phew! Good thing you have a really big, wiggly butt, mom, or else that would have HURT.”)
I loved how I could just get up and go and me and my boys would actually enjoy our time out together.
Lord, I forgot just how hard it is taking a baby out.
I’m lucky because Gabby is a very calm, peaceful baby. She doesn’t cry at all while we’re out.
But, DAMN does that girl shit. Every 20 minutes. And she loads that diaper UP. By load that diaper up, I mean it usually ends up all the way up her back, just below her neck, which means I have to change her entire outfit. And everytime I change her, she wants to eat, so I have to find a place to whip out the boobs without offending people or pissing people off. Don’t get me wrong, I totally cover myself with a blanket, but even THAT makes people uncomfortable.
I hope once I ease into this baby thing again, it will get easier because cussing while crying in the parking lot trying to figure out how to work the stroller is starting to get a little embarrassing. Especially since I have to older boys standing there watching me do it. People look at me like “What the hell is wrong with that lady? She has two other kids, she should know how to operate that shit!”
I’m off to the mall again to finish up the shopping, I just hope I don’t lose my mind this time out…

I have a confession…

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Everyone thinks I was crazy to want to go home just a few hours after giving birth. They told me I should stay in the hospital and let them take care of me.
No thank you.
I hated being there. HATED IT.
And the truth is, even though I had the longest labor and hardest time with this birth, my recovery was amazing. I had almost NO pain. Didn’t bleed much at all and I was up walking around in no time.
My vagina was very good to me. Even after passing an 8 pound baby through it, I have had no pain “down there”.
I remember after having the boys, I had to use pain medication. It was torture to sit down or go to the bathroom. I had to use witch hazel pads and pillows to sit on. Not this time. It’s almost scary how good I feel. I’m thinking that it will hit me in a few days. I already stopped bleeding! THIS IS AWESOME!
No one can believe how good I’m doing for having just had a baby. I am so grateful for this quick and easy recovery. Especially after the discomfort I had been in for most of the pregnancy. It’s such a blessing.
The only thing that’s really getting to me is the lack of sleep and THE COMPANY WHO WILL NOT STOP COMING OVER!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful that so many people care and are taking time out of their schedules to come and see my sweet girl, but I just want to rest and I can’t because I have to keep cleaning the house and entertaining people. But I know in a few days everything will settle down and people will stop coming over and I’ll be able to get my rest.

I think I’m going to venture on my first trip out of the house with my THREE KIDS! I’m going to go to Target to get a few things I need. It’s not going to be easy, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to handle it. I just hope Gabby doesn’t decide to take the kind of dump that goes up her entire back side while were there, forcing me to have to do an outfit change in the bathroom. Or that she doesn’t start screaming for the boob halfway through my shopping trip, forcing me to have to hide my cart somewhere and take a trip to the van for a feeding.

Oh, how life has changed.