Ahhh baby fever, what a wonderful thing.
I've had direct contact with two squishy, wonderful babies in the last week. All I can say is, it's a good thing we're having another, because I want to have another.
We visited a friend at the hospital this week who had her first baby early that morning. They were old-fashioned and didn't find out what they were having, so I was itching to hear the news - boy or girl? I guessed boy and I was right! As soon as I heard, I couldn't wait to get my hands on that fuzzy, squishy bundle of baby boy. Luckily my friend didn't mind some visitors.
My kiddos fought in both cases over who could hold the baby first and for the longest and again and again. I had no doubts about Nathaniel being a fantastic big brother again, but for my little princess, I had reservations.
Having a boy in the middle of the night sounds a lot like where Hubby and I were, more than five years ago. Nathaniel arrived at 3:16 a.m. just past his due date and after 17 hours of labor. (my friend was in labor 30 hours. She wins.)
There is nothing quite like holding your first born. Hubby and I enjoyed that early morning surprise (as much as we could on zero sleep) and I remember loving the feeling that the three of us were in our own little bubble. As much as I loved snuggling with him, and especially letting him sleep on my chest, I was so happy and proud of my little man, I was happy to hand him off to anyone who wanted to meet him.
Then there were the sleepless nights, the fretting over nursing - oh to have known he was tongue-tied, mastitis (twice), the relief over switching to formula, the two weeks relying on family for help when Hubby had to go to Switzerland for work and all of the chubby, drooly love.
There's nothing quite like your first.
Or your second.
And I'll get back to you later this year, but I'm pretty sure there's nothing like your third.