Baby love

I must say that I was scared. In fact, I was more nervous with this third child than even the first. Probably because after my sick number 2, I had a much better grasp of just how hard it could be. Number 2, bless his heart... that was a dark time in my life... difficult pregnancy that moved right into difficult infancy. I love him dearly, it's true, but it took me about 4 years to even hold another baby willingly. So I was scared to the point of tears.

Number 3 will be 2 months next week, and how has it gone?

Fantastic. Really fantastic. While number 2 already had surgery by this age, we have dealt with not much more than suctioning noses (which as a pediatric nurse, I could probably do in my sleep). In the beginning, I was stressed out about nursing and poor weight gain (while my husband tried to gently remind me that it has happened with EVERY one of my children, so accept that I will never be a poster child for the La Leche league). By now, the hormones have settled down a little and I've settled down, too. One definite perk is that formula fills up a baby longer than breast milk, so other than when Rob is out of town, this baby usually sleeps really well at night (this baby feels that he needs to wake up frequently and keep me company whenever Rob is gone). So with some sleep, life has been grand.

The kids adore him, and bless his heart, he has been okay with all their adoration. No eyes have been poked out yet, knock on wood. Speaking of eyes, one cute little one is making eyes with me, so I better go do some oogling.