The last 5 days have been amazing, joyfilled, tiring, annoying, awesome, challenging and inspirational. On Thursday we dropped Myles at a friend's house (thanks Debbie and John for taking him to school!) and then went to the hospital. Kass and I showed up as parents of 2. By 11 a.m. we had increased the number of kids in our household above the national average (not that we're competitive or anything).
The next 4 days were a blur as Kass somehow convinced the doctors to discharge her after just 2 days (unheard of for a C Sectioned woman). I shuttled back and forth between the UWS and UES trying to keep Myles and Cole's schedules in tact as I delivered the right food at the right time to Kass.
Fast forward and it's now Monday night. I'm exhausted. But I wouldn't trade the last 5 days for anything. Kass and I were on the same page throughout the entire ordeal. The kids were amazing and we definitely bonded as a family. While I'm the first to admit that I didn't love the idea initially of having a third child, I'm already in love with Vivian. She's definitely going to be a daddy's girl. And I can't imagine my life without her (and the rest of the gang). Welcome to the family VIvi. I can already see that you're going to be your own little person, molded by Kass and me and the boys, but Vivi through and through. Now that you're 5 days old, get ready for Phish lessons as well as Saturday breakfasts at Sarabeths and Manhattan Diner, golf at Randalls Island and pitstops at Crumbs for cupcakes.
Lastly, thank you all for your well wishes. We really appreciate it. The flowers, the food, the cards, the toys for the boys and the love. Thank you. Thank you.
