>This time…
I won’t
- be afraid of dropping my newborn the first time I give him or her a bath.
- wait to use the great swaddle blankets that allow a newborn to sleep for longer stretches.
- cry if I have to supplement with formula.
- be jealous of moms with “easy” babies, because now I know how to deal with a tough cookie and still love him as fiercely as if he’d been a breeze.
- think that difficult phases will last forever.
- take on every night shift for almost a year.
- worry that I’ll never get my body, brains, or self back.
This time…
I will
- avoid the going back to work battle when my baby is four months old, and be truly ready when the time comes to reenter my career.
- enjoy as many moments as I can in which I get to just stare at this new little person, even if those moments come when I am exhausted in the middle of the night.
- get out of the house more often in the first few months, or at least invite more people over.
- watch as my babies adjust to each other, solve conflicts, and learn to love each other.
- learn new lessons because this little one is already teaching me that every child is unique.
- remember that “the days are long, but the years are short.”
>Hurray for children and how much they teach us…even when they are 31 🙂
>It is different the second time around. Experience and knowledge are on your side – love your first point about bath-time and dropping on head! Handling the baby is the least of your concerns; now you get to figure out how best to logistically get two little people (and yourself) to a set location … upstairs, to the backyard, or out of house! I promise you'll get it all figured out 🙂 And, of course, we have experienced firsthand just how quickly they grow, so cherishing every moment becomes a top priority! I am only a phone call – or heck, even a holler – away! My two would love to play with your two 🙂
>Awesome! It is so true! All of it. I remember being 100% stress case with Seren. It didn't help that I'm type A, she was my first and she was a preemie. Ugh. What a mess. With Wyeth, even at 2 am, 3 am, I would just sit there and look at his face. My first night in the hospital, I held him in my arms the whole time. You'll love all of the sweet moments all over again. Enjoy these last days of the bump too. GREAT post.
>I love your post! It's great reliving thoughts and memories through you! Remember – breathing is good, hyperventalating – not so much! Your on my mind daily hoping to hear great news soon! Love you -Aunt Julie