I remember a while back reading a post somewhere (where?) in which the writer was asking (and commenters were responding) what the hardest transitions was: going from zero to one child, from one child to two, two to three and so on.
It was a revelatory moment for me. At the time I only had two. But I realized that it was immeasurably harder for me to go from zero to one. Something that had never occurred to me before. Not that I didn't want that first baby (oh how I wanted that baby!). But it was a big transition. I was fresh married (another big transition), in a fairly new place, lacking horribly in the friend department, and walking away from being in school or teaching school. And Raymond was somewhat cholicy. Don't get me wrong, I had no doubts or second thoughts about the stay-at-home bit, no qualms about starting a family, and nothing else whatsoever that I wanted to be doing with my time and talents.
But for whatever reason it was a rough transition. Does any first time mom know what they are doing? My heart goes out to first time moms. Man. It's rough.
Baby #2 was so much easier. So. Much.
And let me tell you, despite all my fears, worries, and apprehensions (three kids three and under!), Baby #3 has been hands down the smoothest transition yet.
I have absolutely no idea if it's just that Rex is the best baby on the planet (for which I give daily thanks). Or if I've finally learned something about how to swaddle a baby properly (I haven't). Or if living in a space big enough to breath in has eased emotional strain (heavens, yes). I don't know.
But I feel like despite the serious chaos that three, three and under creates, I am in the happiest, stablest place I've been in a while.Not that I wasn't happy before. It's just that I'm happier now than I realized I could be.
It wish that that meant I don't lose my temper (I
hate it when I lose my temper... but somehow it still happens). Or that I've given up being annoyed with too much mess (I
love everything in it's place. But it's nigh unto impossible to attain. Or maintain.). Or that I'm ok with the fact that my kids yell at me (and each other) and seem to have few qualms about talking back.
But I feel like we are making progress (toddler steps). Who knew adding another baby to the mix would only make things better? Heavenly Father, obviously.
I am happy to say that this has, indeed, been a smooth transition. The best yet.
(Rex, aka the best baby on the planet)