Exhaustion
Holy smokes, it is amazing how quickly you forget how exhausting having a newborn is. I mean, I am flat out wiped. It is like you develop amnesia about the different stages of your child’s growth after each one is finished. You no longer remember the tough parts, but just the really great parts. So when someone asks me, ‘How was Ayla as a newborn?’, my first response is, ‘Adorable, cute, wonderful, etc’. So as we were gearing up for Josiah to arrive, my thoughts were not on the impending exhaustion, lack of sleep and dirty diapers, but rather on his tiny feet, chubby little cheeks and moments of sheer euphoria as he sleeps in my arms.
But I think it is a good sign that all the great memories of raising the first child come back to you when thinking about the second child. Because this way, you are reminded that it is worth it. That you aren’t overwhelmed to the point of not being able to remember the good stuff…the really great stuff. So even though I am about to fall face first onto my computer, in a few months, it will be just a faint memory drowned in the wonder of holding a newborn.
Nate
