Wanted: Another Pair of Hands

I have so much that I want to post. I wanted to write about how the girls are now nearly a week old - well, they’re adjusted age anyway. I wanted to post pictures that I took over the 4th of July holiday, but they’re still on my phone. I wanted to write about how I can’t tell if I am sleep deprived or if I need to make an appointment with my doctor about getting on some medication or if it’s a mix of both.

The girls’ GI tract is still maturing, so they have been FUSSY with the gas. Gas drop haven’t helped and they refuse to eat their bottles unless I am holding them. Because of all of the belly rubbing and the bottle holding I ahven’t had a moment to myself this week at all. Today I broke down because I was starving and I hadn’t used the bathroom in god knows how long.

James has mentioned hiring someone. I don’t know how we’d pay them and I don’t know what they would do. Yes, I have issues with control - I like it and I don’t like to give it up.

So with that I am heading upstairs to help James with a crying little one. I can almost tell them apart from their cries and I can definitely tell what their cries mean (hungry, gassy, just cuddle me dammit, etc). I can tell you I feel like a total whiner for complaining about not having time when I had just 1 baby to care for. I still not completely sure I understand how James and I are coping taking care of these 5 girls on our own.

OK, I think James just stuck one of their heads out our bedroom door as a plea for help.