I was in a permanent state of shock after having Kitty and was a far cry from the natural earthy mumma skipping through the forest with bub hanging in it's hemp sling cooing away at me. I was the stress cadet pacing the supermarket isles with a screaming newborn wondering what happened to my breezy past life and if I'd ever get a hint of it back.
Three months into Kitty's life I suddenly got it. I worked it all out and I really began to fall hopelessly in love with her. Three years later Spike (pictured above!) arrived. I'm still not skipping through forests with him living off the land but things are so much easier. I fell in love with him instantly. I desperately want him to sleep in bed with me all the time. I want to eat him all up. His crying doesn't bother me one little bit. Waking up in the night is just 'another' part of my life as an unselfish mum and my baby books are still sitting on the dusty shelf!
How bout you? Did you find it so much more normal second time around??