I see a lot of moms wonder about how it will be when they have baby #2. It won’t be the same situation for everyone, but for our family it’s been absolutely beautiful.

Lord knows how much I stressed after I became pregnant with my daughter. There were days that I was so riddled with anxiety that I would break down and cry while holding my sleeping son. My heart absolutely ached for my precious baby boy. The day I found out I was having a girl was a very dark day for me. For weeks, I had heard commentary after commentary how they wished or hoped I would have a girl. How girls are so awesome and amazing, and while this is true, it made me feel absolutely sad for my son. I rarely heard how great it was to be pregnant with my boy. I was never offered a baby shower with my son, but I was offered one with my daughter(I turned it down btw). These little things made want to run in the opposite direction and just will unto myself that I was having a boy; but deep down inside I knew it was a girl. So the day came and I find out it’s a girl and I’m devastated. I go home and hold my son and I sit there and think, I hope I do not favor her just because she has a vagina. I spent all of my time with my son trying to soak up every ounce of time we had left alone. It was so very worth it. Each day forward got a little bit easier and by the time she was due to come(planned cesarean birth(I love C-sections btw)) I was very much excited! On the day of, I was very anxious. Our life was about to change again. How was it all going to be after today? (Surgery went well,little girl decided to flip breech and I lost more blood than anticipated, but everything else was great! I got to do skin to skin immediately and the moment I saw her I cried. Here is a pic for y’all!)

Back to my story, we get back from recovery and my son is there. He starts crying. He was so confused and scared of why I was in a bed. Y’all, I lost it. I was crying so bad. I was holding him just crying. I never felt so bad for my son before. honestly, I hope I never feel bad for him again, but its my territory and the heartache is inevitable. So finally we introduce his sister to him and he looks at her like she’s an alien. Honestly, she looked like it 🤣, but that’s another story. So he touched her and I tell her it’s your baby sissy, meet Eden. Dude does not want anything to do with her. Eventually, he relaxed and I tell him to give sissy a kiss, and he did and from that moment on, he loved her. I’m not sure what it was, but he loves the heck out of her. I stressed SO much, to the point of tears. I had talked to my husband about how hard it was going to be to transition him and everyone kept telling me, oh he will dislike her at first, but I and everyone else was wrong. Transition was so easy. You want to know my secret? I didn’t change anything in his routine. Not one single thing. I added her into our routine and went. It wasn’t as hard as everyone and I made it out to be. So for anyone wondering how it’s going to be, it really was easy for us. His love for her is so beautiful and I will never feel this way ever again, because I don’t know how it will be. Here is a picture of my son cuddling my daughter while she nurses as he goes to sleep. They are 14 months apart for anyone wondering! This is her at 5 weeks, but she is now 6 weeks.

Sure there are days that are difficult and I am sure as she gets older, she will be more difficult(I’m in for it because she’s been a huge handful since she came home) and in general days will be harder because we all know that toddlerhood is just us essentially trying to train a tyrant. 🤣 but seriously so far I love it. He’s so helpful loving and caring and I hope and pray y’all are blessed with an easy transition and a sibling who loves their tiny person!