I think life with a newborn is kind of like going through labor and delivery, you basically have to have amnesia in order to do it again. And for those of you, like my Mom, who have done it 4, 5, 6 times, all I have to say is GOD BLESS YOU. And don't worry, I know, "it gets easier," "this phase doesn't last forever," "I will sleep again," "Rory will stop crying eventually," "I'll love watching them grow up together," and about 67 other things that you can tell me, but right now, it's a challenge to make it through each day, let alone think about the coming months and years. This is not my first kid, my heart knows all these things, but my foggy head has trouble remembering sometimes.
|On our way to church, on time!|
Ryan is adjusting super well, way better than me. She loves Rory and regularly asks to hold her and be near her. She loves to read her stories and bring her toys and doesn't seem overly agitated or concerned by her crying or the attention that she requires from me. Occasionally, she is frustrated because we can't stay outside longer or because Rory has to eat or because I can't sit on the couch and read to her because Rory is requiring me to stand and move around. But overall, she has been the perfect big sister and so at the very least, I can rest easily knowing she is fine.