She's here!

It's true. There's a new member of our family who is a month old (at least when I'm writing this). And....she's great. She's like a little living doll. OK, so far.

Aside from my nursing issues (I thought about devoting a whole post to that, but I've already dedicated enough angst to it, so I think I am mostly angst-ed out...)this time around has been easier. I know anything can change at any moment with a newborn, but I am trying to enjoy this while it lasts.

After having a first child who had her issues (and colic?) as a newborn, having a newborn who is, thus far, more "mellow" makes me much more fully appreciate all the joys of newbornhood. They're sweet. They're snuggly. They rely on you for all their basic needs and they're content when you meet them and don't want much more. They go where you put them. This time, with my second and last child, I'm trying hard to enjoy every second of the good, bad and ugly because I know how quickly the time evaporates into thin air.

I want to put every snuggle into a jar and pull it out later when she's a teenager, but I can't do that. I love when she grabs my finger when I'm feeding her. I love when she gurgles and coos. I love when she looks around, utterly clueless about what on earth is going on around her. And I love when she just puts up with being overly loved by her big sister. The last time I had a newborn I was unsure, utterly exhausted, and trying hard to survive those first several weeks(I did, thank goodness). This time is different. Phew!

What I've learned from C is that every stage seems to get better, but you can never go back. So, here we go.