Annie has been with us for almost a full month. That's hard to believe. We're all still going through some serious growing pains.
I've learned a lot of things in a month. It has mostly been a month of crushed expectations.
I've learned that just because you had a terribly, terribly difficult first baby, doesn't mean you're guaranteed an easy second baby.
I've learned that the second birth is a lot easier (and in this case, a lot faster!) than the first.
I've learned that when your first baby has reflux, chances are your second one is going to have it as well.
I've learned that it's a lot easier to change a boy's diaper than a girl's.
I've learned that I'm no good at asking for help & I'm not any better at accepting it.
I've learned that it's a lot easier said than done to nap when the baby is napping. Because, when the baby is napping you also have to shower, eat, pick-up, play with your much ignored older son, throw in a load of laundry, and steal a quiet moment to think. (oh, and write blog posts!)
But, I've also learned that my heart can expand to love another child. That this new love doesn't steal from the old one I have for Jack, but it multiplies itself to include another precious one.
I've learned that just because your baby cries a lot doesn't mean she isn't lovely & lovable.
I've learned that Jack is just as sweet & compassionate & sensitive as I have always suspected.
I've also learned again & again that I love being a mom. I love my kids more than I ever thought possible. I love to watch them sleep. I love to cuddle with them. I love to comfort them.
I told Jack the other day that I was a lucky mama. I got him for my birthday & Annie for Christmas. I've learned that my kids are the best gifts I could ever be given.