Sweet Everett is asleep on my lap as I type. I am noticing his perfect, smooth skin. He is a good-looking newborn.
So, I am thinking that expecting the worst might really be the key to happiness. Throughout this last pregnancy, I did NOT feel ready to have a second child. I worried that I wouldn't have the energy to get up with him at night. I worried that Carson would be angry and resentful. I worried that Rick wouldn't be able to study with the new demands at home. I pretty much conjured up the worst possible scenarios concerning the new baby: picture a worn-out, sleep-deprived mom trying to console an always-crying newborn with a crazy 16-month-old whacking the newborn on the head.
It has only been 10 days since Everett was born. Much to my surprise, none of my fears are coming true!! Everett sleeps and eats like a pro. He'll even give me 4 hour stretches at night sometimes. (We really decided he's an easygoing baby last night when I pumped milk just to see if he'd take a bottle. The kid took about 2.5 seconds to figure out how to do the bottle thing and proceeded to chug it!) As for Carson, he still gets excited every time he sees Everett. He says, "be-bee!!" in a high-pitched voice, and he kisses the baby more times a day than I can count. I feel like Carson has matured a ton in the last week; he is more independent, he's extremely helpful with following commands, and he's still loving and cuddly.
Life is not perfect (that's right; my belly is NOT flat yet), but this whole mother-of-two thing is a whole lot easier than I expected!! Knowing how to nurse and take care of a baby just lessens the stress a million times compared to having a first baby. I am grateful things are going well so far...we'll see if we can keep it up!!
Carson taking care of his new baby.
(So maybe he's gotten a little crazier since becoming a big brother.)