March 18th, 2003
Being a parent of children so close in age was really hard. Harder than Dave and Randi thought. Lyric was extremely well behaved for a newborn but Ireland was getting extremely jealous. She was whining a lot more. Whenever Lyric started to cry, Ireland cried. There was double crying, double diaper duty, and two parents getting no sleep.
Randi sat in the rocking chair at two am. Lyric lay in her arms eating hungrily at her breast. There was nothing more beautiful than a mother feeding her child was.
"Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep dear Lyric." Randi mumbled. She could hear Ireland start to wake. She groaned slightly. Ireland really had to get out of this habit.
"I got her." Dave mumbled as he shuffled down the hallway. Randi looked down at Lyric. She seemed to be asleep now. Randi slowly detached her daughter from her and got up. She tip toed to the crib and gently laid the newborn in it.
"Sleep tight, Baby." She whispered and walked out. Randi went into Ireland's nursery. "How's she?"
"Fussy." Dave yawned. Randi knelt down beside Dave and Ireland.
"Ireland, you can't keep this up. Lyric keeps us up enough." She said softly. Ireland looked at Randi and started to whine more.
"Mama! Mama!" She whined.
"Give her to me." Randi grabbed Ireland. "We're going to bed."
"Okay." Dave yawned and followed the girls to the bedroom. Randi and Ireland curled up in the bed and soon Dave followed. They knew they shouldn't bring Ireland in bed to make her stop crying. If she got used to this, this would be the only way they could keep her quiet. But right now, they needed sleep, even if it was just an hour. As soon as the morning sun broke through the sky, Lyric started to cry.
"I'll get her." Randi said getting up. Her achy body slowly went into the nursery. The hazel-eyed baby was screaming a very high pitch scream. Randi scooped her up and walked back out, "Why don't you and I make breakfast for your sister and daddy."
Randi held the wobbly baby in her arms as she walked downstairs. Dixie looked up from her doggie bed as if Randi was nuts. It was six am. She shouldn't be up. Randi walked into the kitchen and pulled a pan out.
"Let's see if I can do this with one hand okay?" She asked Lyric as she made sure her nipple was in her mouth. Lyric immediately latched on.
"Let me help." Dave walked in to the kitchen and put Ireland in her highchair.
"You should be in bed sweetheart." She said.
"I've gone on less sleep than this." Dave smiled taking the spatula from Randi. "Just go sit down in the living room with the girls and I'll bring out breakfast."
"Thanks." Randi unhooked the highchair tray and helped Ireland out and onto her hip. With her hands full, Randi went into the living room and sat down on the couch.
"Bebe." Ireland yawned snuggling against Randi. "Mama, Bebe."
"Yeah, Momma is feeding Lyric." Randi smiled running her hand over Ireland's head, "I used to feed you like this until recently, but Lyric as more suction than you."
"Bebe." Ireland patted the top of Lyric's head.
"Can you say Lyric?" Randi asked, "Her name is Lyric. Say Lyric."
"Wit!" Ireland giggled, "Wit! Wit!" Randi chuckled.
"That's right, I guess." She smiled as Dave walked in with their food, "She said Lyric."
"Oh did she?" Dave smiled.
"Yeah." Randi smiled, "Say Lyric, Randi."
"Wit! Wit!" Ireland giggled climbing on Dave's lap. She snatched eggs off of the plate.
"Hey!" Dave chuckled, "You stole my eggs, you brat and you didn't even say Daddy."
"She's never going to say it." Randi laughed. They all sat there in the living room eating as the watched the early news. This was the life. They finally had their two little girls and they were both quiet.
"I love this." He looked at Randi, "Thanks for giving me this." Randi smiled softly at Dave.
"I should be thanking you." She said, "You're the one with the sperm and the in ability to were a raincoat." Dave laughed loudly.
"I need to learn to use one don't I?" He asked.
"Yes you do." Randi said, "I'm not going to have five kids before Ireland is five." Dave smiled bouncing Ireland on his knee.
"Yeah, that wouldn't be good." Dave smiled. Ireland turned her large blue eyes to her father and giggled.
"I have an order I need to fill." Randi said, "It need to go out by Thursday."
"Well, I'll take the girls for a walk or to the mall or something so you can have some time alone." He said.
"Thanks." She said shifting Lyric in her arms, "How much do you think Lyric weighs now?"
"Well, She weighed eight pounds, eight ounces at birth and she's been eating none stop these past couple of weeks so…Maybe ten pounds." Dave smiled.
"Feels like thirty." Randi chuckled softly. She lifted Lyric up on her shoulder and started to pat her back gently.
"You want more, Pumpkin?" Dave held up a piece of Egg. Ireland reached for it.
"Dada!!" She whined as she tried to reach it. Dave broke out into a huge smile.
"Did you hear that?" Dave asked.
"Yes I did." Randi smiled. "Now feed her."
"Dada!" Ireland moaned. Dave chuckled and fed her the eggs. Dave kissed her head.
"Thank you, Pumpkin." He whispered.