We got home from the hospital yesterday afternoon, and have been coping with things as best we can. Having three kids under three is harder than I thought.
My older kids have met the new family member, and they are more or less coping with that. Times are tough. Nobody in my house is getting any sleep.
I am no stranger to sleep deprivation; it's an old friend of mine, and an integral part of being a Marine. With that said, a newborn is certainly capable of taking you to the ragged edge. Pacing around in the hospital with him, I finally got all wobbly, and had to take the little guy to the nursery because I didn't want to fall with him in my arms. If you believe what you see on TV, you would be under the impression that hospitals are places of rest. That's a silly notion. The hospital staff were all wonderful people, and I thank them for their devotion, but sleep enablers they are not.
I have no idea what is going on in the world at this moment in time, so I apologize for not posting on issues. I am home for awhile, so sooner or later I'm gonna have some good blogging time. The bright side of all the waking up every hour or so is that I am finally getting around to all those outdoor shows that I have TVoed. I was watching some American Guardian at 3 o'clock this morning with baby CTone. Tonight will be some Shooting Gallery with Michael Bane. Good times!
I'll be back in the saddle soon.