Henry is a month old... and we are looking forward to when he gets on a regular schedule. He enjoys being held as a remedy for his tears but when he is hungry no amount of soothing will comfort him. Maggie enjoys singing to him and giving him kisses and hugs, so much so that we have to regulate her affection. If he cries too long, she is quick to remind us that Henry is crying. The best is when they are both crying and screaming, I don't think we could have handled that a year ago but now it just seems comical.
The second child is a lot more enjoyable because we are less stressed and more relaxed. We both find ourselves laughing more at things that should be upsetting. Although, Maggie did drop Henry on his head from the couch and Sara was extremely worried, but he bounced back without anything more than a small bump.
Despite feeling slightly more experienced, we often feel exhausted and wonder what we are getting into. I don't know how anyone has more than one child. Certainly after the first you know about the difficulties. But we ignored ours fears and dismissed logic and just did what seemed right.
“Who of us is mature enough for offspring before offspring themselves arrive? The value of marriage is not that adults produce children, but that children produce adults.” Peter De Vries