Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean I loved my first less at all. I love my first and second equally and am so grateful for both of them. However with my first I remember it was such an adjustment to go from no kids to one and I was missing my sleep, my free time, it was just a bit overwhelming. Even though I enjoyed my time with her I felt like I had to do everything right and if she was up at night or whatever I would be trying so hard to get her back to sleep and make sure she had a good routine and I didnt mess anything up. I also feel like I didn’t realize how incredibly fast the time would go by so I didn’t know how much I should cherish it. I think in a way I was in survival mode from being so tired and stuff. With my second it’s like I know how fast the time goes by, when she’s up in the middle of the night I don’t even care about getting back to sleep, I just hold her, knowing this time with be gone so so soon. I cherish every little moment, and every little thing about her, her little hands and feet, her little yawns. I love both my kids so much, but I feel like I cherish this time with my youngest more than I did with my oldest when she was a baby simply because I just didn’t realize that it would be over before I knew it. 💙