Bringing our newborn baby home from the hospital was challenging. She was on an apnea and bradycardia monitor that sounded like a foghorn when it went off, waking up everyone in the house. Both Keegan and I struggled severely with lack of sleep, frustration from the false alarms the monitor gave off, and ending up with the monitor on her for two months.
On top of that the in-laws didn’t feel comfortable taking her overnight, because of the monitor; they were afraid that it would go off and something would happen to her. I couldn’t blame them, but it sure would have been nice during this time to just be able to get a solid eight hours of sleep. To make matters even worse, the very night we brought her home, some asshole broke into my van, smashing the passenger window with a brick. They stole my purse and destroyed the car seat we had installed for our older daughter. Filing a police report and trying to recover everything, plus getting the window fixed and all of the glass cleaned up, was beyond frustrating.
It was like everything was testing our marriage. Keegan and I fought—a lot. I was home with the kids, struggling with this nagging pain in my abdomen that never fully went away after the baby was born. I was missing my own dad a lot, wishing he was here to see these beautiful little girls of mine.
Because I was breastfeeding, the baby was basically attached to me all the time. I was always frustrated and tired, and it was just easier to take it out on Keegan. But as hard as it was, he stuck by me and once again, we powered through the storm. The most important thing was that he was happy. Having a young wife and two beautiful daughters was the life he had always dreamed about, and I was proud to be the woman who gave that to him.
By the time our newborn was about three months old, we decided to go ahead and sell my house, sell off his house, and build our custom home. It was time to be a family, once and for all.