It hadn't been a terribly long time since I had a newborn, two years nine months. But there were so much that I forgot. I remember all the good things the snuggles, the kisses, the smiles, the coos, the soft cheeks. Maybe as mothers we forget the harder parts. Or maybe it's just me that forgot.
I forgot how much babies need, how much they poop, how much they cry, how much laundry they produce, how much they eat, and how much rocking and bouncing they require.
I am not complaining, it just came as a shock. I thought because I have other children, that another baby wouldn't phase me at all, but I forgot how tired I get.
I love rocking him, and that's what I do most of the day. He's gotten to the point where he wants to be held all the time. This is how most of our days are spent, and I'm trying to soak it up while it lasts. Already he sleeps less and wants to play more, and soon enough he won't be snuggling up to me at all.
We both get grumpy when we are woken up. :)
I do feel bad for the lack of attention my older kids get. I feel bad most of all for Kade. He comes home from working 10 hour shifts, with a messy house, no dinner, and massive laundry piles. He often has to request that I do laundry so he has pants and socks to wear. :) my house is never clean and far from presentable. I hope I eventually will get to where I can keep up, but that is far, far away. I feel like I fail most days, but mostly this is my attitude.
I just have to remember, no one has died, I must be doing something right. GO ME!
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