Bridger is one week and 2 days old today. I took both the kids out on our first outing today and it was pretty overwhelming. It took me 3 hours to get ready to leave! I showered and got ready, bathed Brinklee and got her ready, Bathed Bridger and got him ready, I had to stop twice to feed him, then Brinklee kept waking him up thinking that he wanted his binkie. By this time it was 12:45 which was nap time but I had put this much effort into leaving that I wasn't going to wait. So then I had to make lunch and bring it with us and we FINALLY headed out the door. I have huge respect for all my friends who are doing it with two. I feel SO slow at everything! I decided the trick is that I need to get up and get ready before the kids wake up, aaahhh, can I sacrifice sleep? Probably not. We had a great time and were there for 2 hours. We fed the ducks, played, swinged, and I had to nurse on the park bench in public with my little mommy cover...interesting. I was SO proud that Brinklee didn't test me during that time and run off, I was shocked. The recovery since having Bridger is still very hard and I'm entering into the emotional, anxiety part of the recovery now. The worst part I think. I watched blood run down my belly today from difficulty nursing that I'm having, I tried to get Bridger to latch onto that side for half hour. While he screamed out of frustration I cried for the same reason and pain. We're all still adjusting and it might take us forever but we're loving having him around. Brinklee is constantly making me laugh and smile with the little comments and the copy cats that she does with her baby while I'm taking care of Bridger. She HAS to have a wipie and wipe her baby while I clean a diaper, she wants water in her bottles so they're more authentic, and she's finally quit giving me the funniest looks when I'm nursing. I still love the comment she made at the hospital. She was staring for quite awhile not saying a word while I nursed him. My mom asked "What is brother doing?" and Brinklee said "Playing with the boobies." It was awesome. She is loving having her little brother around and is always anxious to help. Most of the time she's too much of a help but she has been SO good. Who would have known that my wild 2 year old would turn into the easy kid?