Baby girl is going to join the family in 7 days.
Her room is basically ready. Clothes are in the drawers. The infant car seat has been installed. Nursing station is set up in the living room.
But I feel in no way prepared. 15 months ago I began the motherhood journey not knowing how it was going to break me and build me up again. I absolutely blessed with Franks first year of life. He wasn't at all cranky, was very healthy, was a great nurser from day 1 and was just generally lovey and cuddly. I couldn't ask for a better introduction to motherhood. That said, there were days that I was sure I was doing everything wrong and was terrified that I was going to "loose it".
Yes, now I have better mommy skills: I know that two little spots do not make rash. I know how to pack a proper diaper bag. I know that you don't question a 4 hour nap, you greatfully accept it. But now I get to do it all times 2.
2 fights at naptime. 2 little mouths howling from the back seat. 4 sets of arms reaching out to be held while I am trying to get dinner ready.
I'm not complaining. I'm just freaking out in advance so that I can be calm when the time comes. (In less than one week, eeek!)
