I found you, my love!

At long last, my blog and I have been reunited. I've counted the seconds, minutes, hours, days......
OOOORRRRRRR
I lost my blog :c
I wish I were kidding. There are times when having 5 or 6 throw away emails is not helpful. Fail.

Moving on, moving on....

Having two kids has been interesting. Logan is a great big help, most of the time. Jax cries. And sometimes growls. I have this gut feeling that Little Man is going to introduced to spankings a lot earlier than Logina was.

The first week was the worst, though. I was in labor for 40 hours, and Jax was in the NICU for several days to make sure his head was ok (seriously, he looked like a little alien. Had I not been so worried about him, I probably would have laughed every time I saw him. I am not a terrible mother). Then, 3 hours before we were going to be discharged, Jaximillion's bilirubin results came back, and he had jaundice. So he had to stay, and we had to scramble to find somewhere close to sleep because Cape Fear sucks donkey balls and will not let a nursing mother stay with her child. Which meant every 90 minutes I was drove back to the hospital to feed him.

Whatever, they suck. After a day of phototherapy we were able to take Jax AND Logan home, but the next day Jax and I  were back in a hospital because his jaundice got worse instead of better. Wake Med let me stay there, though, and kept Jax in the room with me. And rent movies. And they gave me bottled water. Two thumbs up, Wake Med!

Poor Logan didn't know what to do during all of this. Of course he was out of school for a few days and staying with his PaPa, and that was way fun, but Logan was as excited about Jax being born as Steve and I. The first time he saw him, Jax was teeny tiny, swollen from birth, and had the creepy alien noggin. Long story short, Logan didn't want to touch him. It took almost two weeks for him to do so, and the moment will forever be etched in my mind.

Logan: "Look at how tiny his hands are! Look, he knows I'm his brother! He's holding my finger!"
Me: "He is. That's because he loves yo.......What are you doing??!!"
Logan: "Why you hitting yourself, FlapJax? Why you  hitting yourself?"

Ahhhhh, the sweet sweet memories........