My bed.

My world seems consumed by baby.

I have a world set up in my bed.

There are diapers and wipes at my bedside.

Bassinets and laundry hampers filled with items. 

My bed has turned into a nursing station with every pillow at my disposal.

Everyonce in a while I emerge to join my family at the dinner table or to visit with someone stopping in.

But mostly I am in my room.

The last time I did this my girls were 5 and 3. 

Maybe they forced me out of my room more.

Maybe they just hung out with me...

It's funny how quickly our brains forget those small details.

At 8 and 6 these girls are much much more help.

I am so grateful for them and their willingness to help and for their understanding of me needing to be somewhere else.

This week at home has been bliss. I could stay all day wrapped in my blankets on my bed cuddling my sweet baby. Listening to his heavy breathing while he sleeps.