So Far, So Good

About a week before I gave birth, a friend of mind (with three kiddies) said, "you'll wonder why you needed so much help with the first," because everything will seem easier with the second. I mean, they sleep all the time, right?

So...about two-ish weeks in, I sort of agree with her. But mainly because, with the second, you know all about the unpredictability of newborns, so your mental game is a bit tougher.

Cluster feeding? Sure.

Just needing to be held? They were in a womb for nine months, for the love.

Witching hour (or two) of crying)? Everybody has their moments.

Explosive poo just after (or during) a diaper change? Keeps life interesting.

Breast infection causing unbearable pain at every feeding--and every single moment in between? Been there, done that. Know when to break down and get the necessary drugs.

I guess my thought at this early stage is that things are going just as I expected--good, bad, and poopy. And there's a certain comfort to that.

I'm both excited and terrified to see how us three girls really get into our groove in the coming weeks. And to be honest, I worry most about the logistics of laundry and meals and not having enough hands and eyes (and hugs) to go around.

But for now, I'm just going to take it diaper by diaper, and remind myself how fleeting and precious these days are.

Nighty, night, peeps :)