Doing nothing makes me anxious. I love holding my baby and feeding him and playing with him, but I have to say that sitting around the house everyday with nothing to do EXCEPT tend to him makes me a bit anxious. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? I mean, all our days are undoubtedly infused with the hope and magic that only a newborn can bring. I feel it and witness it's power all around us. But I still feel a bit anxious, nonetheless.
Interesting how Zo has responded to Gideon - we thought we might have jealousy issues, but he has been nothing but extraordinarily loving and protective of Gideon. (Who he calls Ticket. He started calling him "Ticket" when I was pregnant and it's stuck. The whole family calls Gideon "Ticket" now). If anything, it is Ticket who displays a little jealously from time to time. I'll be breastfeeding him and talking to Zo at the same time, and he'll start to fuss until he gets my full attention back.
When Zo was born everything was still and quiet around the house, and his rhythms dictated our days. Ticket has none of that luxury - with a 2-going-on-3 year old running around the house the newborn is thrown right into the action, the noise, the chaos without any ramp up. Just the way it goes!