Yes, we are all still alive (although Victoria's life remains in constant danger every moment that Antalya is awake, but thankfully there have been no serious smothering injuries yet). Victoria will be two weeks old tomorrow. Time is flying by - which in our case is not such a good thing. In only five more weeks we are saying goodbye to life as we have know it for the last four years and boarding an airplane for London. I feel like the list of moving preparations is endless. At the top of my worries is the fact that we still have not received a birth certificate for Victoria - we can't apply for her passport or visa until we have the birth certificate, and we can't board that airplane without a passport.
So, on top of trying my best to recover from childbirth, keeping up on laundry, cleaning, and grocery shopping, keeping everyone in the house fed and happy and diapers changed, giving lots of attention to my darling attention-demanding two year old, protecting the baby from the constant loves of her big sister, keeping up with my church responsibilities, and trying to get whatever sleep I can - my mind is filled with the list of all the other things that need to happen in this next month: sell our on-line business, find a home for our german shepherd, yearly appts for Antalya with the peditrician, cardiologist, sleep specialist, dentist, plus appts to have lab work done, neck x-rays performed, and a sedated echocardiogram on her heart, pack up all of belongings, sort through what we want to take and what we want to store, make whatever purchases we are going to need while in England, sell our car, figure out our finances for the next year, and plan a family get together to celebrate Victoria's birth.
I'd like to say I am handling it all well, but to be honest most days my only goal is to survive the day. I know it will get easier, I'm just not sure when. But at least I have the world's best husband, and two of the cutest little faces imaginable to keep me smiling. Here's a kiss from Victoria: