I don't think I would have survived this past week if Nick hadn't have been able to say home with me. On top of giving birth, I had an awful sore throat and persistant cough. The doctor confirmed I had an ear infection, and Berlyn gave me her pink eye. Talullah woke up with the flu one day (thank God it only lasted 24 hours!) and poor Berlyn is trying her best to adjust to her role as 'big sister' wanting quite a bit of our attention. More specifically, our attention at 5:30 am every day. Nick should win an award for father and husband of the year. He gets up early with the girls after never enough sleep. I get up to a nice breakfast, while usually the girls are already fed. He cleans up the morning dishes and cleans them all again after dinner. What on earth will I do when he goes back to jail (haha) and I'm here alone to fend for myself 11 hours without him? Will the girls and I ever get out of our pajamas? Will we live on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or cold cereal? I do know this: I never can find the time to play with our daughters like their daddy does.
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