Those of you who follow me on Instagram and Facebook will already know that this little fella joined our family almost three months ago.
Ezra Mac is a much loved member of our family, and as is always the way, it is hard to remember what life was like before he was with us. I have vague recollections of more than 4 hours of sleep at a time, but life is definitely richer, albeit much tireder.
His arrival was well planned (third c-section style) and I have to say I really didn’t like the planned part. It all felt very clinical and I felt really nervous, despite having been through it all before twice (although both times before I was almost incoherent from exhaustion). And though the process of it was vastly different to a natural labour, the magic of childbirth showed itself the moment they lifted him out of my cavernous belly and I heard his squeaky cry. Needless to say, there were tears.
My newborn has already disappeared, and the baby I hold now is smiling and starting to coo and laugh. These are precious precious moments that pass all too quickly, and I really am trying to soak them up, just in case this is the last time I get to experience this baby stage.
Rosie is loving being a big sister, and Lewis is too – yes, you read that right. He is adamant he is a big sister. And he is definitely no longer a baby, so be sure not to call him one, ok! It is pretty funny to see Lewis, not THAT much older than the baby he’s referring to, saying “Oh, he’s sooo tyooot!”.
Settling on a name was a journey this time. Both times before we had one favourite, and although we didn’t formally name them until we’d met them, we were pretty sure they were going to be Rose and Lewis. This time however, I really struggled. Initial discussions were about calling him Mac, after my Dad. But when it came to the crunch I just didn’t feel like I could do that. It didn’t feel right. Then we talked about Jonah, and although we liked the name, the bible story of Jonah left us both feeling a little underwhelmed. Ezra was a name that we both liked and the meaning, helper or God helps, felt right. We’d love him to be a help to those he’s with – what a lovely meaning to live up to.
And so, life as five is plodding racing tearing along. At breakneck speed. I feel like each day has suddenly lost a few hours, and everything I have to do takes me ten times longer. For example, the vacuuming, which would normally take me a half an hour now takes me… *jokes* I don’t have time to vacuum!
They say life gets simpler the more kids you have, but I think it’s more to do with the fact that your expectations get lower the more kids you have. If you can manage to wash and dry your hair once a week, well then that’s a good week, and hairy legs are the reason God created long pants.