It’s been three months since I became a mom for the second time and I am marveling at how different this experience is compared to when we first brought home little H.
There was no adjustment to being home from work – because the experience wasn’t new to me.
There was no adjustment to becoming a mother – because I already was one.
There was no adjustment to instantly having a heart so full and busting with love – because it was already overflowing.
This time, I’m much more relaxed and at ease with everything around me. It could be because baby N is a very different personality from his big sister. He eats voraciously and sleeps when the mood strikes him. He’s happy to lounge in his bouncy chair and watch. He is predicable in his needs and they are simple and few.
It could be because I’m more at ease with myself and the expectations of myself. I trust in my instincts which are usually right and I don’t sweat the small stuff.
It could be because this time around there were no complications at birth, no NICU stay, no infections, no antibiotics, no thrush, no doubt, no massive and I mean MASSIVE sleep deprivation.
It could be because, even though I had a repeat c-section, I took way fewer pain killers and was out of the hospital in 24 hours. We were home and ready to settle into some type of routine right away. And even though my blood pressure stayed a little high – I was confident that all was well.
And it is.