Yesterday marked ONE month since we welcomed our second son into the world.
One month of dirty diapers.
One month of sleepless nights.
One month of breastfeeding, burping, spit-up etc.
One month of telling my year and half old to be “gentle” and not hit, step on, or head butt Michael.
All in all it’s been a month of firsts that have been entirely enjoyable. Being Michael’s mom is simply too easy.
When our oldest was this age, we’d only been home for mere days. And it wasn’t like we could just pick up where we left off and have all the experiences that the typical parent goes through.
So this month has been pretty significant for me and I made sure to thoroughly enjoy it, not worrying about caring for the house as much as I normally do. I often find myself watching the little nugget sleeping or talking and wondering how P would’ve been had things gone better. P was a laid back baby as it was and Michael seems to be the same way but would I be the same parent to Michael had I not been on the other side of the coin with Peter?
The answer is no. I would not be the same parent because I’m not even the same person that I was the day before my induction with P when we were blind to the condition he was to be born with.