It's been a week. An exhausting, chaotic, exciting, terrifying week.
I forgot how hard it is to have a newborn...especially in the middle of the night.
I forgot how hard it is to keep a toddler away from a new born...oh wait. Never experienced that before.
Talk about terrifying.
Especially when your toddler is so "all-boy" that he wants to do things like play catch with the baby and share his tractor.
Admittedly, it could be worse so I'll be thankful.
Something else I forgot is just how easy it is to bond with your new baby during these long and lonely midnight feedings.
There was a portion of me who was really worried about not having room in my heart for another baby. Crazy, I know.
But then those first few midnight.feedings happen and that teeny tiny little baby does something simple like grab your finger or curl up on your chest and everything changes.
You end up feeling like the grinch whose "heart grew 3 times that day" and you have more than enough room to love this little person, and to love the others even more.
I don't understand it.
I can't explain it.
But I'm oh so thankful.