I an amazed by the fact that even though Whoopsie is our fourth child, just how much one can forget between children. Granted, there are only 3 years between her and Bubba-Love, but my GOD, how much I've forgotten.
Sure, it is easier in some aspects. We don't freak as much about the crying as we did with numbers 1 and 2. I'm not as worried about being away from the house or having to breastfeed in public. Been there, stressed about that already. I was so eager to give advice to new mamas in the years past. I felt I had weathered the storm of newborns and as the mom of 3, I was a voice of reason and experience. Having another one in the house is proof once again that God has a wicked sense of humour.
A newborn is humbling, awe inspiring, wonderful, and demanding. I had forgotten how you give up yourself so that this little thing, this little combination of you and your dearest, can thrive and grow. Having to remind yourself of this at 2 am and then again at 3:15, 4, and 5:20 is the tough part. All of this will pass too quickly.
I found myself humming to Whoopsie last night as I fed her in the dark. Not sure where the song came from since it's been years since I actually sang this out loud...
I can't imagine what effect this will have on her in the future, but as I've said for the others, they can complain about me all they want in therapy.